“Well,” he said, rousing himself, “that leaves only one thing to be done.”
“Precisely,” said Amory, with a little shrug.
“You must marry me,” said Cosimo.
Amory fell back into the sofa-corner and for a moment looked at him as if she did not believe she could have heard aright. Then she smiled. She shook her head slowly.
Poor, foolish Cosimo! Was that all he saw? Well she must teach him....
“Don’t you see, Cosimo,” she said, as patiently as if she had been instructing a child, “that that’s the one thing that can’t be done?”
“Can’t!—It must!”
“Really, Cosimo——”
“But it’s as plain as it can be——”