"I mean it," he said. "Will you marry me?"
After the first shock she seemed more hurt than anything.
"You are n't going to be like the others?" she pleaded.
"No," he assured her. "That's why—well, that's why I thought we might arrange it."
"But I don't love you, Monte!" she exclaimed.
"Of course not."
"And you—you don't love me."
"That's it," he nodded eagerly.
"Yet you are asking me to marry you?"
"Just because of that," he said. "Don't you understand?"