“We can get married,” said Felix, uncomfortably, feeling that an important matter was being disposed of rather cursorily.
She laughed again. “We can, yes. And I’m afraid that is what is going to happen to us; aren’t you, Felix?”
The doctor smiled and left them.
“I know,” she said. “It’s an unfair advantage to take of an invalid. But what else can we do?”
“I only want to be sure—” said Felix.
“Of what?”
“You read my letter, didn’t you—that terribly long letter, about that girl back in Iowa....”
“Yes, dear.”
“Well, you can see from that—I mean, I’m afraid you will think I’m not the sort of person who—”
“Who what, Felix?”