"Must you go now?" he asked. "Say something before you go, let me hear your.... I love you and tell you so now. It will depend on your answer whether I ... I am so utterly in your hands. What is your answer?"
Pause.
He dropped his head.
"No, don't say it!" he begged.
"Not here," she answered. "When we get there."
They walked on.
"They say you're going to marry that little girl, that girl whose life you saved; what was her name?"
"Camilla, do you mean?"
"Camilla Seier. They say you are going to marry her."
"Do they? Why do you ask that? She is not grown up. I have been to her home, it is a big, fine house, a castle like your own; I have been there many times. No, she is not grown up."