"Can't you give me time to convince myself that I love you as you would like, and as I must love if I expect to be happy with the man I marry ?" "I forgot myself," he said, humbly.
"You forgot me," she protested, gently, touched by this sign of contrition.

"I do care for you, Monty, but don't you see it's no little thing you ask of me?
I must be sure--very sure--before I--before--" "Don't be so distressed," he pleaded.

"You will love me, I know, because you love me now.

This means much to me, but it means more to you.

You are the woman and you are the one whose happiness should be considered.