"Ready?"
"Yes, you're going, too."
"Where?"
I took her suddenly in my arms.
"Why, you dear little angel, to get married, of course. Come on, Berna, we'll find the nearest parson. We won't lose any more precious time."
Then a great rush of tears came into her eyes. But still she hung back. She shook her head.
"Why, Berna, what's the matter? Won't you come?"
"I think not."
"In Heaven's name, what is wrong, dear? Don't you love me?"
"Yes, I love you. It's because I love you I won't come."