And I love you dearly--dearly! But I'm not selfish enough to marry you.
Don't scowl and try to persuade me, Louis, I've a perfectly healthy mind of my own, and you know it--and it's absolutely clear on that subject.
You must be satisfied with what I offer--every bit of love that is in me--" She hesitated, level eyed and self-possessed, considering him with the calm gaze of a young goddess: "Dear," she went on, slowly, "let us end this marriage question once and for all.

You can't take me out of my world into yours without suffering for it.

Because your world is full of women of your own kind--mothers, sisters, relatives, friends....

And all your loyalty, all your tact, all _their_ tact and philosophy, too, could not ease one moment in life for you if I were unwise enough to go with you into that world and let you try to force them to accept me." "_I tell you_," he began, excitedly, "that they must accept--" "Hush!" she smiled, placing her hand gently across his lips; "with all your man's experience you are only a man; but I _know_ how it is with women.

I have no illusions, Louis.