Doubtless your chivalrous lover has found his way thither long ere this." She stamped like a little fury.
"Do you think I would marry him--now?
Do you think I would marry any one after--after what happened last night?
Oh, I hate you--I hate you all!" Her voice broke.

She covered her face, with tempestuous sobbing, and sank into a chair.
Caryl stood silent, biting his lip as if in irresolution.

He did not try to comfort her.
After a while, her weeping still continuing, he leant across the table.
"Doris," he said, "leave off crying and listen to me.

I know it is out of the question for you to marry that scoundrel whom I had the pleasure of thrashing last night.

It always has been out of the question.