Then her whole tone changed. She confronted me.
"That that you've just been saying is all nonsense, of course," she said abruptly. "You know it is. What happened in July puts that out of the question once for all. How can you possibly ask that woman to marry you?"
"I have asked her."
"She isn't her own to marry anybody. And I don't see how Derry can marry anybody either. What's he going to do—forge papers, or impersonate somebody?... No, George; my way was the only way—take what you can while you can."
"Marry me, come right away, and have done with it."
She gave me a slow sidelong look.
"Is that the idea—just a way out for everybody?"
"Don't think it. I didn't begin to love you this afternoon."
"Proposals pour in—once they start!" she admired. "Oh, how little we know when we're young, and how much when it's too late to make any difference!"
"Julia," I said abruptly, "what do you intend to do about him?"