“And you are sure you want me? You have no more doubts?”
“How could I have any doubts—after that letter. Ah, that was a brave letter, Corydon! It made me think of you as some old Viking’s daughter! That is the way to go at the task!”
“And then I may feel certain!” she said.
“You may stop thinking all about it,” he replied. “We’ll waste no more of our time—we’ll put it aside and get to work.”
They spent the day wandering about in the park and talking over their plans. “I suppose it’ll be all right now that I’m with you,” said Thyrsis. “I mean, there’s no great hurry about getting married.”
“Oh, no!” she answered. “We dare not think of that, until you have money.”
“How I wish we didn’t have to get married!” he exclaimed.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because-why should we have to get anybody else’s permission to live our lives? I’ve thought about it a good deal, and it’s a slave-custom, and it makes me ashamed of myself.”
“But don’t you believe in marriage, dear?”