She met his eyes for a moment, then took off her glasses.

He was white.

The male was up in him, dominant.

She did not want to see him too clearly.
"But I thought--" she began.
"Well," he answered, "I don't love her.

I don't want to marry her--so I shall have done." "But," exclaimed his mother, amazed, "I thought lately you had made up your mind to have her, and so I said nothing." "I had--I wanted to--but now I don't want.