"I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it for the world if I'd known. You know I wouldn't.
"But one doesn't know things."
"One doesn't if one's Dorothea. One knows some things awfully well; but not the things that matter."
"Well--but what could I do?" she said.
"You could have done what you can do now. You could have married me. And we would have had three years of each other."
"You mean three centuries. There was a reason why we couldn't manage it."
"There wasn't a reason. There isn't any reason now.
"Look here--to-day's Wednesday. Will you marry me on Friday if I get leave and a licence and fix it up tomorrow? We shall have three days."
"Three days." She seemed to be saying to herself that for three days--No, it wasn't worth while.
"Well, three months perhaps. Perhaps six, if my rotten luck doesn't change. Because, I'm doing my level best to make it change. So, you see, it's got to be one thing or another."