You have been suffering the tortures of the damned because you're in a positive hell of indecision.

Oh, I know all about it." His hand moved a little upon her shoulder; it almost seemed to caress her.

"I haven't studied human nature all these years for nothing.

I know you're in a perfect fever of doubt, and it'll go on till you're married.

What's the good of it?
Why torture yourself like this when the way to happiness lies straight before you?
Are you hoping against hope that something may yet turn up to prevent our marriage?
Would you be happy if it did?
Answer me!" But she shrank from answering, sitting with her hands clasped tightly before her and her eyes downcast like a prisoner awaiting sentence.
"I don't know--what I want," she told him, miserably.