"I cannot go away with you; you know that," she answered.
"Oh, yes, you can—as my wife?" he said. So he did wish to marry her.
She was gratified. She had thought of late such was not his intention.
"You'll marry me?" she asked.
"That's what I've come for to-night, to ask you to be my wife."
She was silent. It was an important step to take. She liked him, but she was not sure she loved him, and she was a little afraid of him. She had caught glimpses of the brute in him once or twice; it revolted her.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To the sea. We can spend our honeymoon there."
"Where?"
"I cannot tell you until we are on the way. I want nobody round here to know my whereabouts," he said.
"And you wish me to go with you as your wife?"