"Aren't you going to say anything?"
"I don't know what I can say," he said very slowly and carefully. "If each of you cares a lot, that's all there is to it, isn't it? The point is, of course, why you are doing it. If it's to cut out somebody else, or to get money or anything like that, I'm not going to wish you happiness, because you won't deserve it. If you're in love with him, that's different."
Did you ever try to tell a lie to a red-headed young man with blue eyes? It's extremely difficult.
"I'm not in love with him, Henry," I said. I was astounded to hear myself saying it.
"Then you're giving him a crooked deal."
"He's not in love with me either. So that's even."
"Then why——"
"Because he thinks he can't have me," I said. "I'm marrying him because he's the most marriageable man I know, and I have to marry money. I've been raised for that. And he's marrying me because I'm the only girl whose people didn't fling her at him."
"Then I wish you joy of each other!" he said hoarsely, and slammed out of the room and out of the house.
I haven't the faintest idea what came over me that night. I went upstairs and cried my eyes out.