He stood up again abruptly and faced round upon her.

"Look here, dear! Why can't you give in and marry him?
He's such a good sort if you only get to know him well.

You've always kept him at arm's length, haven't you?
Well, let him come a bit nearer! You'll soon like him well enough to marry him.

He'd make you happy, Dot.

Take my word for it!" She met his look bravely, though the distress still lingered in her eyes.
"But, dear old Jack," she said, "no woman can possibly love at will." "It would come afterwards," Jack said, with conviction.