“I!”
“He said, with a stress, ‘My dear young lady, it would be better, it would be more dignified, if you parted, willingly.’ That was all he said. With a stress on willingly.”
“But—! What business is it of these little wretches, where we love, how we love? What have they and their world to do with us?”
“They do not think that.”
“Of course,” he said, “you disregard all this.”
“It seems utterly foolish to me.”
“That their laws should fetter us! That we, at the first spring of life, should be tripped by their old engagements, their aimless institutions! Oh—! We disregard it.”
“I am yours. So far—yes.”
“So far? Isn’t that all?”
“But they—If they want to part us—”