'Insolent! Now, Lou, that's not nice of you. A man's not insolent who wants to marry the woman whom he loves, and who loves him.'
'I love you? I?' She tapped her chest with her forefinger. 'I love you so much that I would like to tear you to pieces! That is the sort of love I have for you. You--thing!'
'Lou, you're letting your temper get the better of you. I know I treated you badly.'
'Badly!'
She laughed--a mirthless little laugh.
'I know you've a right to feel annoyed with me--'
'Annoyed with you? Oh, no, not that!'
'But I was forced to do what I did; I couldn't help myself.'
'No doubt!'
'But now it's different altogether. I see things in a new light. I know what a mistake I've made. I've found out that I love you even more than I thought I did, and I've come to ask you to give me another chance--to forgive me. You're a woman, Lou, the best of women, and you've a forgiving heart; I know you have. Let me be your husband. I'll treat you better in the future; really, now!'