"Not with you!" exclaimed Boreham, and he touched her arm.
May's arm became miraculously hard and unsympathetic.
"Marriage is a great responsibility," she said.
"I have thought that all out," said Boreham. "There may be——"
"Then you know," she replied, "that it means——"
"I have calculated the cost," he said. "I am willing——"
"You have not only to save your own soul but to help some one else to save theirs," she went on. "You have to exercise justice and mercy. You have to forgive every day of your life, and"—she added—"to be forgiven. Wouldn't that bore you?"
Boreham's heart thumped with consternation. It might take months to make her take a reasonable view of marriage. She was more difficult than he had anticipated.
"Marriage is a dreary business," continued May, "unless you go into it with much prayer and fasting—Jeremiah again."
Into Boreham's consternation broke a sudden anger.