"If you do not marry me all your friends will say I jilted you.

I needn't tell you what it would mean in your set, what it would mean as to your matrimonial prospects, for you to have the reputation of having been turned down by me--need I ?" She was silent; her head down, her lips compressed, her fingers fiercely interlaced with the ruins of her handkerchief.
"It is necessary that you marry," said he summing up.

"It is wisest and easiest to marry me, since I am willing.

To refuse would be to inflict an irreparable injury upon yourself in order to justify a paltry whim for injuring me." She laughed harshly.

"You are frank," said she.
"I am paying you the compliment of frankness.