"Do I worry you, then?"
"No! no! A thousand times no!" cries she eagerly. "It is only that I must always reproach myself?"
"Why always? Give in, Margaret, and let me change my place from lover to husband."
"It is often a fatal change."
"You mistrust me?"
"You! No, indeed! You least of all. I believe in you from my very soul! Don't think that, Harry. But," impatiently, "why go over it again and again?"
Colonel Neilson turns a solemn face to hers.
"Margaret!" says he. "Are you bent on dying an old maid?"
Miss Knollys flushes; she turns aside.
"What an odious word!" says she.