Hilary was silent, looking at some papers on his desk and moving them about. At last he said in a low voice:
"Not if you're sure, otherwise, that it's right—for you, I mean. We have to judge for ourselves, nobody can judge for us.... Your parents are opposed ... to your marriage?"
"Yes—in a different way, not for the same reason. My mother never has liked Laurence, she doesn't trust him—and my father—doesn't trust me, he doesn't think I know my own mind."
"And are you sure you do?"
"Oh, yes," said Mary. "I couldn't desert Laurence, possibly, and I don't see why I should put him off longer—when it has been so long already—"
"You want to marry soon, then?"
"Yes, in two weeks."
"Here?"
"Why, we would be married at home, I suppose."
"And then—are you going away?"