"Pride has no part in it.

I do not care for Mr.Hardinge--I shall not marry him." A little mist seems to gather before the professor's eyes.

His glasses seem in the way, he drops them, and now stands gazing at her, as if disbelieving his senses.

In fact he does disbelieve in them.
"Are you sure ?" persists he.

"Afterwards you may regret----" "Oh, no!" says she, shaking her head.