He answered in a low voice:
"That is for you to decide."
"I know it," she murmured. She lifted one ringless hand and still without looking at him, pressed the third finger backward against his lips.
"So much for the betrothal," she said. "My ring-finger is consecrated."
"Will you not wear any ring?" he asked.
"No. Your kiss is enough."
"Yet—if we are—are—"
"Engaged?" she suggested, calmly. "Yes, call it that. I really am engaged to give myself to you—ex cathedra—extra muros."
"When?" he said under his breath.
"I don't know…. I must think. A girl who is going to break all conventions ought to have time to consider the consequences—" She smiled, faintly—"a little time to prepare herself for the—the great change…. I think we ought to remain engaged for a while—don't you?"