Pam wants then and there to clasp his avowal and proclaim her mission. Her soul has scarcely strength for further dissimulation, but for the full crop of joy that she hopes to reap in the end, she keeps her hand to the plough.
"Would you want to marry me ... just the same?" she asks.
"More!" says Maurice Ethelbert. "A hundred times more."
"Why more?" Pam inquires vaguely; her curiosity suddenly fanned to seek the reason of this strange great increase in his affection for her.
"Because," the Spawer tells her, "the less you are to the world, dear, the more you must be to me. The less claim the world can make upon you, the more I feel I 've got you all to myself."
"You would still marry me, under any conditions?" persists Pam.
"Under any and all."
"And you won't let me go?"
"I won't let you go."
"Whatever people say?"