“We don’t look like very immoral people, do we?” she said, laughingly.
The light raillery in her laughter angered him, and he released her and began to pace the room nervously.
“See here, Palla,” he said roughly, “suppose I accept you at your own valuation!”
“I value myself very highly, Jim.”
“So do I. That’s why I ask you to marry me.”
“And I tell you I don’t believe in marriage,” she rejoined coolly.
“A magistrate can marry us–––”
“It makes no difference. A ceremony, civil or religious, is entirely out of the question.”
“You mean,” he said, incensed, “that you refuse to be married by any law at all?”
“My own law is sufficient.”