What's more, I wish I wasn't!" "Nay, Susan, you won't make me believe that." "Shan't I?
You CAN believe it, though.

I'd rather stop here a thousand times." Paul was perturbed.
"Why, Susan ?" The girl's colour was high, and her eyes flashed.
"That's why!" "And must you ?" For answer, she looked at him.

There was about him a candour and gentleness which made the women trust him.

He understood.
"Ah, I'm sorry," he said.
Tears came to her eyes.
"But you'll see it'll turn out all right.

You'll make the best of it," he continued rather wistfully.
"There's nothing else for it." "Yea, there's making the worst of it.