You will not turn a cold shoulder on me, will you?
I think you yourself realized that my wish to wait a year before giving a final answer was proof that I really had not that in my heart which would justify me in saying what you wished me to say.

Oh yes, you knew; and the last day when you bade me good-bye you almost said as much! I was so young, so unschooled, when you first asked me, and I did not know my own mind; but I know it now, and so I go to Rudyard Byng for better or for worse--" He suddenly stopped reading, sat back in his chair, and laughed sardonically.
"For richer, for poorer'-- now to have launched out on the first phrase, and to have jibbed at the second was distinctly stupid.

The quotation could only have been carried off with audacity of the ripest kind.

'For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part, amen--' That was the way to have done it, if it was to be done at all.

Her cleverness forsook her when she wrote that letter.