"There is only one course open to you," said Kitty.
"Well, I suppose there is," said Jack, a little stiffly. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes: I will—I must—I must," said Kitty, with a deep sigh.
Presently she said in a very low voice, "Have you no sense of what is fitting?" As she spoke she looked into his eyes, swiftly and away.
He caught her to him, and kissed her; it seemed to him that her lips were responsive.
A sudden jealous pang wrung his heart. "But—but—the other man: the man you want to marry?" he said.
"Ah, yes," said Kitty, carelessly—"the other man. It's no use talking about him now. Let us forget him. I will tell you about him when—when—we are married."
She threw her arms round his neck and whispered, "Do you think you will learn to love me, Jack?"
He pressed her to him and cried passionately, "For four years I have loved you more and more every day. Every day I have cursed your money more!"
"Poor Jack!" said Kitty, and her eyes were full of tears. He lifted her out of the car, putting his arm round her, and supporting her; and they began to walk down the hill in search of a railway station, careless, in the glow of their happiness, of that bitter cold, and of the inevitable long wait for a train.