"Last night I was a fool, John—I was all to blame! I'm so sorry—I'm so terribly sorry!"
"I thought last night—" He turned away under the willows, and she anxiously followed him. "You let me think you cared!"
"John, I do care!"
"You SAID you did!"
"I don't know what was the matter with me," Martie said wretchedly, "I was so carried away by seeing you so suddenly—and thinking of old times—and of all we had been through together—"
"But it wasn't of that we talked, Martie!"
"I know." Her head drooped. "I know!"
"I'm so sorry," he said, bewildered and hurt. "I don't understand you. I can't believe that you are going to marry that man, whoever he is; you didn't say anything about him last night! Who is he—what right has he got to come into it?"
"He's a good and honourable man, John, and he asked me. And I said yes."
"You said yes—loving me?"