“More than the whole world,” he answered glibly, but with the roughened voice of real feeling.
“Why?” she said with a tremulous smile, “why should you?”
“Because you are you.”
“But I’m just a small insignificant person here, without any relations, and poor, so poor.”
“Those things don’t matter when a man loves a woman. It’s you I want, not anything you might have or might be.”
“But you’re so clever and have lived everywhere and seen everything, and I’m so—so countrified and stupid.”
“You’re Mariposa. That’s enough for me.”
“All I can bring you for my portion is my heart.”
“And that’s all I want.”
“You love me enough to marry me?”