No, but--listen to me, dear Helena! Why won't you marry me?
You say sometimes--that you care for me a little." The boy's tone faltered.
"Why won't I marry you?
Perhaps because you ask me so often," said Helena, laughing.

"Neglect me--be rude to me--cut me at a dance, and then see." "I couldn't--it matters too much." "Dear Peter! But can't you understand that I don't want to commit myself just yet?
I want to have my life to myself a bit.

I'm like the miners and the railway men.

I'm full of unrest! I can't and won't settle down just yet.

I want to look at things--the world's like a great cinema show just now--everything passing so quick you can hardly take breath.