“I understand. So you’re really engaged?”
“Yes.”
“Engaged to Mr. Dunn?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re cal’latin’ to marry him?”
“One might almost take that for granted,” impatiently.
“Almost—yes. Not always, but generally, I will give in. You’re goin’ to marry Malcolm Dunn. Why?”
“Why?” she repeated the question as if she doubted his sanity.
“Yes. Be as patient with me as you can, Caroline. I ain’t askin’ these things without what seems to me a good reason. Why are you goin’ to marry him?”
“Why because I choose, I suppose.”