Will you marry me ?" She had been leaning sideways on the back of her chair, one hand supporting her cheek, gazing almost listlessly out of the open window.
She did not stir, nor did her face alter, but, very quietly she turned her head and looked at him.
He spoke, breathlessly, eloquently, persuasively, and well; the perfect machinery was imitating for him a single-minded, ardent, honourable young man, intelligent enough to know his own mind, manly enough to speak it.

The facsimile was flawless.
He had finished and was waiting, long fingers gripping the arms of his chair; and her face had altered only to soften divinely, and her eyes were very sweet and untroubled.
"I am glad you have spoken this way to me, Jose.

Something has been said about you--in connection with Mr.Cardemon--which disturbed me and made me very sad and miserable, although I would not permit myself to believe it....

And now I know it was a mistake--because you have asked me to be your wife." She sat looking at him, the sadness in her eyes emphasised by the troubled smile curving her lips: "I couldn't marry you, Jose, because I am not in love with you.

If I were I would do it....