Not till I’ve told you how I love you, Margery. Seeing you again is breathing the pure air. It seems a younger and a sweeter world, now you have come again. Nothing else matters. All my life beside appears a folly and a waste of time. My real life was lived with you down yonder, out in the fields, and rambling through the woods and listening to the music of the weir. The life that we began together so pleasantly, cannot we live together to the end? I was quite honest when I said I loved you. And couldn’t you love me,—just a little bit?
MARGERY.
You oughtn’t to ask that!
GERALD.
I mean to have an answer.
MARGERY.
Please, Mr. Gerald, don’t! It makes it very hard for me——
GERALD.
Answer me! Could you love me, Margery?
MARGERY.