“There are so many surprises——”
“It isn’t clear.”
“In ourselves and the things about us.”
“Of course, he would have made some complicated settlement. I might have known.”
“It is the strangest thing in the world to be a widow, much stranger than anyone could ever have supposed, to have no one to control one, no one to think of as coming before one, no one to answer to, to be free to plan one’s life for oneself——”
He stood with the letter in his hand after he had read it through, perplexed.
“I can’t stand this,” he said. “I want to know.”
He went to his desk and wrote:—
“My Dear, I want you to marry me.”