“You know, Mr. Manning, I do not really want to marry.”
“No.”
“It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—”
She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself.
“But I am judge of that,” said Manning.
“Would you wait for me?”
Manning was silent for a space. “As my lady wills.”
“Would you let me go on studying for a time?”
“If you order patience.”
“I think, Mr. Manning... I do not know. It is so difficult. When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love.”