“That’s easy. I’ll become one.”
I laughed again. I was beginning to adore him. “I will take care of her,” he said, “as you would want me to take care of her. She would be safe with me. She would be worshipped. I would kneel to her, and I would make her happy. She would be happy, I vow to you, she would be happy.”
“I am afraid it is impossible.”
“Why—?”
“Her father has other ideas.”
“Let me go to him.”
“You may of course, but he will send you packing.”
He flushed painfully and I saw in his eyes a deep shy hurt look, the look of modesty and innocence—and faith.
“But if she loved me, surely he wouldn’t refuse then—”