“Yes. You would want truth. But after marriage truth is an unhappy thing, Nedda, if you have made a mistake.”
“It must be dreadful. Awful.”
“So don't make a mistake, my dear—and don't let him.”
Nedda answered solemnly:
“I won't—oh, I won't!”
Kirsteen had turned away to the window, and Nedda heard her say quietly to herself:
“'Liberty's a glorious feast!'”
Trembling all over with the desire to express what was in her, Nedda stammered:
“I would never keep anything that wanted to be free—never, never! I would never try to make any one do what they didn't want to!”
She saw her aunt smile, and wondered whether she had said anything exceptionally foolish. But it was not foolish—surely not—to say what one really felt.