"No, no."
"You'll try to persuade me that I should marry you on your money, take the opportunities your father can shove in my way. Oh, Doris, I know you too well!"
"No, no, I won't. I don't want—don't you see I don't want to make you do anything? I want to follow you!"
"That has been the trouble," he said, abruptly.
He turned, walked away, and sat down, gazing out through the window, feeling something dark and enveloping closing about him without his being able to slip away. She came impulsively to his side, flinging herself on the floor at his knees, carried away with the intensity of her emotion.
"'What does all the rest amount to?' she said breathlessly. 'I want you'"
"What does all the rest amount to!" she said breathlessly. "I want you! I want a man, not a dummy, in my life. I want some one to look up to, bigger, stronger than I am, that can make me do things."
He put his hand on hers, thrilling as he bent quickly and kissed it.