Thora covered her face with her hands.
"What sort of a poor whisp of a man do you suppose I am, Thora?"
"I didn't intend to insult you, Magnus. But if I can neither marry you nor remain unmarried, what am I to do?"
"You know quite well what you are to do, Thora."
Thora uncovered her face; her eyes were shining.
"You mean that I must marry Oscar?"
"That depends upon whether you love him."
The shining eyes were very bright in spite of the tears that swam in them.
"Do you love him?"
"Don't ask me that, Magnus."