_Now_ do you understand why I can never ask you, or any other woman to be my wife ?" Sara looked at him curiously; he could not read the expression of her face.
"Have you finished ?" she asked.

"Is that all ?" "All?
Isn't it enough ?"--with a grim laugh.
"And you are letting this--this folly of your youth stand between us ?" "The world applies a harder word than folly to it!" "I don't care anything at all about the world.

What do _you_ call it ?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"I call it folly to ask the criminal in the dock whether he approves the judge's verdict.

He's hardly likely to!" For a moment she was silent.

Then she seemed to gather herself together.
"Garth, do you love me ?" The words fell clearly on the still, summer air.
"Yes"-- doggedly--"I love you.