Stara was silent, feeling the futility of further opposition.
"What—what is it you want me to do, then?" she said slowly.
"Marry me when I'm free."
"And if she refuses?"
"She will not, I tell you; but if she does, we'll have to content ourselves with platonics, I suppose. In any case I break with her."
"You'd be satisfied with—platonics?"
"No, I should not, but I won't ask more of you. I promise you that, and I keep my word, Stara."
Again the girl was silent.
"You really mean to do this thing, Hector—nothing I can say will stop you?"
"Oh, why go over old ground, Stara? Now, about you, will you wait in London till I return?