"I'm so reluctant to leave that I haven't thought about the weather."
"I suppose it isn't a very pleasant prospect for you," he said, uneasily, in the first reference he had made to the coming ordeal.
"I wasn't thinking of that, either. I was just remembering the summer in this dear place. I've never been so happy anywhere."
"Haven't you, Jane? I'm glad. Sometimes I feel as if I had gotten you into an awful scrape, in marrying me."
"You didn't get me in, I walked in."
"Eyes open, Jane? Did you know the kind of man I was?"
"Yes."
"You haven't regretted it?"
"No."
"Thank you."