"No!"
He had asked her whether she had been able to make up her mind. The answer she had given was, indeed, the truth; but it had been prepared for a more conclusive question. She was vexed with him for the question he had chosen to put first; and the more so because it had snatched from her an admission which she had not intended to make. But she had not made up her mind—that was the simple truth; and now she trusted that he would make up his.
Instead of which he said sadly, after a pause:
"I wanted to give you six months!"
"It was very wrong of you to give me one," she answered with startling ingratitude.
"Why wrong?"
"You might have seen that I was unworthy of you."
"I might have given up loving you, I suppose, in a second!"
"I wish you would——"
"I never shall!"