"I explained to you——"
"Didn't you feel like writing?"
"Of course. But——"
"But—what?"
"I wanted to be independent as well as free."
He looked at her gloomily. "Is that what you call love?"
She forced a smile and nodded.
"Do you know what I've come for? For you."
She felt herself drawing together, shrinking away from him. "For me?" she echoed vaguely.
"To marry you."