I ought never to have asked you to marry me, I expect.

I'm a bit of a snob; I'm ambitious--" "Oh, our faults!" she cried.

"What do they matter ?" Then she demanded, "Am I in love--is this being in love--are we to marry each other ?" Overcome by the charm of her voice and her presence, he exclaimed, "Oh, you're free, Rachel.

To you, time will make no difference, or marriage or--" The voices of the others behind them kept floating, now farther, now nearer, and Mrs.Flushing's laugh rose clearly by itself.
"Marriage ?" Rachel repeated.
The shouts were renewed behind, warning them that they were bearing too far to the left.

Improving their course, he continued, "Yes, marriage." The feeling that they could not be united until she knew all about him made him again endeavour to explain.
"All that's been bad in me, the things I've put up with--the second best--" She murmured, considered her own life, but could not describe how it looked to her now.
"And the loneliness!" he continued.