“There now, it’s all settled,” he said, smoothing her hand. “And we’ll say no more about it.”
And then words forced their way up out of her turbulent indecision.
“I’m afraid it isn’t settled.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise.
“No?”
“No. I want to be your wife, Arnold. But—but I can’t give up the other.”
“What! You’re in earnest?” he cried.
“I am—with all my heart!”
He sank back and stared at her. If further answer were needed, her pale, set face gave it to him. His quick anger began to rise, but he forced it down.