"That you must never do, Sarah Jane."
He began to talk again of the subject in his mind. But she begged him to desist.
"Leave it," she said. "What's the sense of telling me all these curious things about the way people go into marriage? Our way is so good as any, surely?"
"I only want to enlarge your ideas, and prove my argument: that there's no right and wrong in the matter, only the question of fitness and custom. You're too large-minded to care a button for peddling quibbles. But leave it, if you like. What you want to do, before all else, is to make your husband happy; and so do I. Then we'll talk of that, for there we quite agree."
"Thank you," she said. "'Tis more to me than anything."
"And you'll feel a little kind to me for coming to it?"
"Yes, I will. I always feel kind to you, because I'm sorry for you."
"Then 'tis my turn to thank you; and from my heart I do. You know why I'm going to talk of Daniel?"
"For honesty, and because he deserves it."
"Yes—and for love, and because you wish it."