After a moment she laughed lightly: "Did ever an engaged gentleman face the prospect of impending happiness with such a long face as this suitor of mine is wearing!" His voice broke in the protest wrung from his lips.
"You _must_ be my wife.

I tell you! For God's sake marry me and let the future take care of itself!" "You say so many sweet, confusing, and foolish things to me, Louis, that while you are saying them I almost believe them.

And then that clear, pitiless reasoning power of mine awakens me; and I turn my gaze inward and read written on my heart that irrevocable law of mine, that no unhappiness shall ever come to you through me." Her face, sweetly serious, brightened slowly to a smile.
"Now I am going home, monsieur--home to think over my mad and incredible promise to you ...

and I'm wondering whether I'll wake up scared to death....

Daylight is a chilly shower-bath.