"What?"
"To submit. It seems to me there are some great laws—for the good of all. When we break them, we must submit. Let them go over us, and try to help others,—what is that text?" holding her head a minute,—"'even as the Son of Man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister.'"
"You mean to submit?"
"I do. I married that man of my own free will: driven, maybe, by mean fears,—but—I did it. I will not forswear myself."
She gained courage as she went on.
"I believe that God Himself, and that our Lord, taught the meaning of a true marriage as you do,—that without that affinity it is none. The curse comes to every woman who disregards it. It has come to me. I'll bear it."
"Throw it off. Come out of the foul lie."
"I will live no lie, Paul. I never would have gone with John Gurney as his wife, if he had claimed me."
"Then you are free to be mine,"—coming a step nearer.
She drew back.