"I--do."
"And I thought you didn't want to marry the man you ought to marry."
"That is--true."
"Then you certainly ought not to marry me--but, will you?"
"How can I when I don't--love you."
"You don't love me because you ought not to on such brief acquaintance.... But will you love me, Flavilla?"
She looked at him in silence, sitting very still, the bright hair veiling her cheeks, the fish's tail curled up against her side.
"Will you?"
"I don't know," she said faintly.
"Try."