I retract it." "No.

You have said it--which means that you could think it.

That decides it." They rode on in silence.

As they neared the gate, Constance, whose face showed agitation and distress, said abruptly-- "Of course I know I must seem very ungrateful--" A sound, half bitter, half scornful from Falloden stopped her.

She threw her head back defiantly.
"All the same I could be grateful enough, in my own way, if you would let me.