"I don't love you——"
"You do. And I'm going to marry you whether you want it or not."
"Oh, are you?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Soon."
He kissed her. She didn't resist him. Resistance was useless. He had won.
"Beth, dear," he went on. "I couldn't lie to you. I'm glad you knew that. And I couldn't hurt you. I think I've always loved you—from the first."
"I too—I too," she whispered. "I couldn't help it."