“Perhaps I do not,” said she. “But I have given you to understand the consequences of not doing so.”
“Then we must part,” said he, approaching her. “Good-bye,” said she, once more.
He took her hand this time. He held it for a moment irresolutely, then he dropped it.
“Are you really in earnest, Beatrice?” said he. “Do you really mean to put me to this test?”
“I never was more in earnest in my life,” said she. “Think over the matter—let me entreat of you to think over it,” he said, earnestly.
“And you will think over it also?”
“Yes, I will think over it. Oh, Beatrice, do not allow yourself to be carried away by this caprice. It is unworthy of you.”
“Do not be too hard on me, I am only a woman,” said she, very meekly.
She was only a woman. He felt that very strongly as he walked away.
And yet he had told Harold that he had great hope of Woman, by reason of her femininity.