"I wasn't sure. Go on."
"If you married me, and afterwards you found some one you liked better, as well you might, what would happen then?"
"I should make the best of you."
"You wouldn't run away?"
"If I went, I should walk, but I shouldn't go. I'm like that. I belong to people and to places."
"You belong to me."
"Not yet. Not quite. I wish I did, because then I should feel safe, but now I belong to the one who needs me most. Notya, perhaps."
"And if we were married?"
"Then I should just be yours."
"But we are married."