"Then—will you—Philip?"
"Yes. Will you, Ailsa?"
"I—will."
He rose; her fingers slipped from his hair to his hands, and they stood, confronted.
She said in a dull voice: "I am engaged to—be—married to Captain
Hallam."
"I know it."
She spoke again, very white.
"Can you tell me why you will not marry me?"
"No, I cannot tell you."
"I—would love you none the less. Don't you believe me?"