"To-night."
"For ever."
"For ever a memory—with nothing to regret."
Peter desperately kissed her, but with his climbing luxury his will climbed also, and his spirit cried out again for a justification. Like a refrain he repeated:
"This means you will marry me."
"No."
He returned wearily to his point.
"You do not care enough," he persisted.
"You tell me that," she cried, "after what I have said to you!"
She broke from him, and Peter knew he was far astray. But he shut himself from this better knowledge. He gave himself up to his fixed idea.