"But our marriage. What would our marriage be?"
"Always entirely as you wished. I should wait for you still, and hope to win you. I should never put away that hope. But I should not take you for granted."
"I cannot do things by half," she said, bravely meeting him. "If I marry you, I shall accept all the consequences."
Wenderby bent his head.
"You do not want to answer me now?" he suggested.
"Come for my answer in twelve months."
"It is a long time."
"All my life hangs upon this decision. Twelve months is nothing at all."
"Meantime," said Wenderby, "we meet as usual."
"Of course."