"I think, Gregory, it would be better if you and I were never to be married." "Good Heaven! Em, what do you mean?
I thought you were so fond of me?
You always professed to be.

What on earth have you taken into your head now ?" "I think it would be better," she said, folding her hands over each other, very much as though she were praying.
"Better, Em! What do you mean?
Even a woman can't take a freak all about nothing! You must have some reason for it, and I'm sure I've done nothing to offend you.

I wrote only today to my sister to tell her to come up next month to our wedding, and I've been as affectionate and happy as possible.

Come--what's the matter ?" He put his arm half round her shoulder, very loosely.
"I think it would be better," she answered, slowly.
"Oh, well," he said, drawing himself up, "if you won't enter into explanations you won't; and I'm not the man to beg and pray--not to any woman, and you know that! If you don't want to marry me I can't oblige you to, of course." She stood quite still before him.
"You women never do know your own minds for two days together; and of course you know the state of your own feelings best; but it's very strange.

Have you really made up your mind, Em ?" "Yes." "Well, I'm very sorry.