“Don’t you think twice is too often?” he asked.
Her pale face grew scarlet.
“What do you mean? How can you dare—”
“I mean just what I said. I think it’s time the wedding came off now,” he answered. “The clergyman’s there, and the guests; and if you’ll take me, here’s the bridegroom.”
She smiled scornfully.
“That’s very chivalrous, Mr. Dacier, but—”
“It would please Mrs. Terhune.”
“I scarcely think you’re called upon to sacrifice yourself for Mrs. Terhune—or for me, either,” said Mildred, still scornful. “I’d rather not talk any more.”
Dacier caught her hand as she was moving away.
“There are lots of other reasons,” he said; “only there’s not time to tell them now, even if you were in the mood to listen. Anyhow, Mildred, I think you know. I’m sure you know. You must have seen, long ago, how I felt.”