"If you were a bachelor," he answered, "you would not have such thoughts."
"I don't see why," she said trying to frown.
"Because you are not a bachelor."
"Then," she said, mockingly, "I suppose I never will—since I can't be a bachelor."
"The mystery to me," said Edward, "is why women ever marry."
"Because they love," answered the girl. "There is no mystery about that."
"But they take on themselves so much care, anxiety, suffering."
"Love can endure that."
"And how often it means—death!"
"And that, too, love does not consider. It would not hesitate if it knew in advance."