"Is there any chance of his changing his mind?"
"Not the remotest. If he once gets a thing into his head, as he has this, nothing on earth will move him."
"I won't let it make any difference to you," she declared.
"What do you mean?" he asked quickly.
"That nothing, nothing will persuade me to marry you on Thursday."
"What?"
"I mean it. I have made up my mind."
"But I've set my mind on it, darling."
"I'm doing it for your good."
He argued, threatened, cajoled, pleaded for the best part of two hours, but nothing would shake her resolution. To all of his arguments, she would reply in a tone admitting no doubt of the unalterable nature of her determination: