"Absolutely, Miss Chalmers."
"But why? Whatever put such a wild idea into your head?"
"I told you at the time. No use to go all over it again."
"But you must have had some reason."
"Sure. I wanted to marry you. I should say—'want.'"
"You still—"
"Want to? Oh, yes!"
"And you expect to go on with this impossible—affair?"
This time he merely made a gesture. It might have meant anything.
"Would you marry a woman who hated you?"