It was true, she had never thought of that; there had not been time.

Too much had come all at once.

"Why should I?
I cannot--cannot.

Oh, it could not be--not at least for a long, long time, not for years and years, Philip." "Guida," he answered gravely and persistently, "I want you to marry me--to-morrow." She was overwhelmed.

She could scarcely speak.