"Why, no one wants to marry you off yet, Patsie," he said in dismay.
"I'm not so sure." She was silent a moment. "Do you think it's awful to hate your family—not Dad, but all the rest—to want to run away, and be yourself—be natural? Well, that's just the way I feel!"
"Is that the way you feel?" he said slowly.
She nodded, looking away.
"I want to be real, Bojo." She shuddered. "I know Dolly's unhappy—there was some one she did care for— I know. It must be terrible to marry like that—terrible! It would kill me—oh, I know it!"
They were silent; come to that moment where secret carriers are near, she still a little shy, he afraid of himself.
"We must go back now," he said after a long pause. "We must, Drina."
"Oh, must we!"
"Yes."
"Will you come out to-morrow night?"