"I thought then that you and I would never! ... Why did you ask me to marry you, Quinny?"
"Because I love you, Mary...."
"But ... did you mean to marry me or did you just ... sort of ... not thinking, I mean!... Oh, it's awf'lly hard to say what's in my mind, but I want to know whether you love me really and truly, Quinny, or only just asked me to marry you impulsively ... when you weren't thinking?"
"I came here loving you, Mary. I didn't mean to tell you about it so soon as I did ... that was impulse ... I couldn't help it ... the moment I saw you as the train came into the station, I felt that I must ask you at once. It would have been rather awkward if you'd said, 'No.' I suppose I should have had to go straight back to London again!... But I came here loving you. I've loved you all the time ... even when I wasn't thinking of you, but of some one else. I've come back to you always in my thoughts!..."
"Do you remember," she said, "the first time you asked me to marry you, Quinny?"
"Yes."
"I've meant it ever since then. You hurt me when you went to Ireland and didn't answer my letter...."
"I know!" he exclaimed.
"How do you know?"
"I just know. And when I talked to you about it, that time in Bloomsbury when you and Mrs. Graham and Rachel came to dine with us...."