“With its conscience,” said Cartoner. “And look at the result.”
“Then you are good,” she returned, looking at him with a speculative gravity, “as well as concise—and rather masterful.”
“It is clear,” he said, “that a man who persuades a woman to marry against her inclination, or her conviction, or her conscience, is seeking her unhappiness and his own.”
“Ah!” she cried. “But you ask for a great deal.”
“I ask for love.”
“And,” she said, going past that question, “no obstacles.”
“No obstacles that both could not conscientiously face and set aside.”
“And if one such object—quite a small one—should be found?”
“Then they must be content with love alone.”
Wanda turned from him, and fell into thought for some moments. They seemed to be feeling their way forward on that difficult road where so many hasten and such numbers fall.