It will break my heart if you begin that!" She rose and faced him, her back to the wall.
He had come to complete the declaration which the song had interrupted on the lake, and at the first hint the chords that had been touched by the unknown singer vibrated sharply, bringing back her old heartache.

He crossed to her quickly that he might show her how completely the memory of that night had been obliterated; that it had vanished utterly and ceased to be, like the ripple stirred to a moment's life by the brush of a swallow's wing on still water.

He stood beside her and took both her hands in his strong clasp.
"We are going to be married, Sylvia; we are going to be married, here, now, to-day!" "No, no!" She turned away her head, but his arms enfolded her; he bent down and kissed her forehead, her eyes, and her lips last of all.
"Yes; here and now.

Unless you say you don't care for me, that you don't love me.

If you say those things I shall go away." She did not say them.