"It is impossible." She was still a little agitated by the fact of receiving a proposal of marriage on the avenue.

But the noise on the street and sidewalk made the conversation as private as if they were in the house.
"Would that is--do you think--if you gave me time I would." "No!" said Rachel.

She spoke firmly; perhaps, she thought afterward, although she did not mean to, she spoke harshly.
They walked on for some time without a word.

They were nearing Rachel's home and she was anxious to end the scene.
As they turned off the avenue into one of the quieter streets Rollin spoke suddenly and with more manliness than he had yet shown.

There was a distinct note of dignity in his voice that was new to Rachel.
"Miss Winslow, I ask you to be my wife.