I'm going to make you do that, Stella.

You've been sitting mourning by the wayside long enough." She smiled almost in spite of herself, for the note of mastery in his voice was inexplicably sweet.

"I've thought that myself," she said.

"But I'm not going to let you patch up my life with yours.

If this must be--and you are sure--you are sure that it must ?" "I have spoken," he said.
She faced him resolutely.