“Haven’t you heard?”
“Mamma said something about it this morning.”
“I told him that after I had won your love, I should want to marry you: and he said, it was out of the question.”
“Why will you talk about loving and marrying me?” she asked, a little peevishly; and then instantly changing her tone, and letting me look down deep into her eyes, she said, “How do you know I will ever marry you?”
“I’ll make you love me.”
“Don’t speak so fiercely. You quite frighten me.”
“Oh, Conny, for God’s sake don’t jest with my feelings,” I groaned.
“You want people to love you at first sight.”
“People!!”
“You promised that you wouldn’t speak to me about—about your feelings again until I gave you leave.”