"What do you mean? Where?" she asked breathlessly.
"To end all this, Dodo! To marry me—to begin a real life—our life!" he said firmly.
She went from him, shaking her head, putting out her hands in her characteristic defensive gesture.
"No, no, Garry, I can't! It wouldn't be fair—it wouldn't be just to you!"
"What wouldn't be fair? Child, don't you realize that you love me?"
"No, I don't, Garry; I don't know!"
"I know!" he said triumphantly. "Every letter you've written me has breathed it! And now—Dodo, can you doubt?"
"Listen, Garry!" she said, tormented with the fear of harming him, fighting against her own happiness. "I do care for you! I always have! But how? That I don't know! Garry, I tell you, I don't know anything to-night, but that I'm a miserable weak creature! Wait! Wait until I can know! Until I can be sure!"
"Put on your coat now!" he said, with a confident laugh.
"No, no! Don't you see?" she cried, shrinking away. "Don't you realize that I wouldn't harm you for anything in the world? I won't come to you until I'm sure I love you—you, and only you!"