"You still love me?"
"I love you."
"It wasn't pity—impulse—Jack—?"
"It was—love. It is love. It shall be love, dear heart, forever and always...."
"You told her—your aunt—we were engaged!"
"Aren't we?"
A convulsive tightening of her arms....
A whisper barely articulate: "You really ... want me ... enough to marry me?"
"I love you."
"But...."