"No, I don't want to--but perhaps I should if you did!" "That's what I told you--you're so sure of me that you can amuse yourself with experiments." She drew back the hand he had regained, and sat looking down on him sadly.
"I am not making experiments," he returned.

"Or if I am, it is not on you but on myself.

I don't know what effect they are going to have on me--but if marrying you is one of them, I will take the risk." She smiled faintly.

"It would be a great risk, certainly--I have never concealed from you how great." "Ah, it's you who are the coward!" he exclaimed.
She had risen, and he stood facing her with his eyes on hers.

The soft isolation of the falling day enveloped them: they seemed lifted into a finer air.