"I don't think so--we're too young." "I thought perhaps," he went on miserably, "that you, with your intensity in things, might have given me more--than I could ever make up to you.

And even now--if you think it better--we'll be engaged." Now Miriam wanted to cry.

And she was angry, too.

He was always such a child for people to do as they liked with.
"No, I don't think so," she said firmly.
He pondered a minute.
"You see," he said, "with me--I don't think one person would ever monopolize me--be everything to me--I think never." This she did not consider.
"No," she murmured.

Then, after a pause, she looked at him, and her dark eyes flashed.
"This is your mother," she said.