Sara looked at him curiously; he could not read the expression of her face.
“Have you finished?” she asked. “Is that all?”
“All? Isn't it enough?”—with a grim laugh.
“And you are letting this—this folly of your youth stand between us?”
“The world applies a harder word than folly to it!”
“I don't care anything at all about the world. What do you call it?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I call it folly to ask the criminal in the dock whether he approves the judge's verdict. He's hardly likely to!”
For a moment she was silent. Then she seemed to gather herself together.
“Garth, do you love me?”