She got up and walked away from him to the window. He followed her there. She spread out her hands to the cold rain.
"It's raining still," she said.
He caught back her hands.
"Would you have married me?"
"Don't, Jerrold, don't. It's cruel of you."
He was holding her by her hands.
"Would you? Tell me. Tell me."
"Let go my hands, then."
He let them go. They turned back to the fireplace. Anne shivered. She held herself to the warmth.
"You haven't told me," he said.