“For all I want in my own life,” he added.
He paused; then an expression of strong, almost hard resolution made his face look suddenly older.
“You told me at Burstal, on the Chilton Downs, after your debut in ‘Elijah,’ that you would give me an answer soon. I have waited a good while—some weeks——”
“Why did you ask me just that day, after ‘Woe unto them’?”
“I felt I must,” he answered, but with a slight awkwardness, as if he were evading something and felt half-guilty. “To-day I decided I would ask you again, for the last time.”
“You would never——”
“No, never. If you say ‘Wait, and come later on and ask me,’ I shall not come.”
She got up restlessly. She was obviously moved.
“Dion, I can’t tell you to-day.”
“Why not?”