I've been taking you at just what you were--or seemed to be.

And you--you haven't come, asking me to marry you.

You treat me like one of those silly women in what they call 'society' here in Saint X.You ask me to wait until you can support me fashionably--I who am not fashionable--and who will always support myself.

What you talked isn't what I call love, Arthur.

I don't want to hear any more about it--or, we might not be able to be even friends." She paused; but Arthur could not reply.