“Oh, Prissie——”
“There, you see. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I was so happy here with you. I couldn’t give it up.”
“If your father had been like Papa you would have.”
“Yes. I’d do anything for him, because he’s your father. It’s you I couldn’t give up.”
“You’ll have to some day.”
“When—when?”
“When somebody else comes. When you’re married.”
“I shall never marry. Never. I shall never want anybody but you. If we could always be together.... I can’t think why people marry, Hatty.”
“Still,” Hatty said, “they do.”
“It’s because they haven’t ever cared as you and me care.... Hatty, if I don’t marry anybody, you won’t, will you?”