'You know you will have to,' she said firmly.
He looked uncomfortable. His large face was suddenly ashen and yellow, and a certain weakness crept into his ordinarily firm lips and nostrils. The girl's eyes were blazing at him, searching him, making him feel transparent, and so uncomfortable that he could do nothing but obey to relieve his own acute distress.
'Yes, of course.'
'Don't you want to?'
'Yes, of course.'
'It doesn't make any difference to us inside ourselves.'
'No. Of course not.'
What he wanted to say was, 'You're pinning me down. I'm not used to being pinned down. No one has ever pinned me down before.'
But he could not say it. He could only agree that it would be a good thing if they married, because London was different.
'At once?' he asked.