Let's have some tea!" He sat up in the punt and looked across at her; but she would not meet his eyes, and there ensued a considerable pause before he said gently, "I'm sorry you are not happy, you know." "Are you ?" she said.
"Yes.

That's why I want you to marry me." "Should I be any happier if I did ?" said Doris, with a smile that was somehow slightly piteous.
"I don't know." Hugh Chesyl's voice was as pleasantly vague as his personality.

"I shouldn't get in your way at all, and, at least, you would have a home of your own." "To be miserable in," said Doris, with suppressed vehemence.
"I don't know why you should be miserable," he said.

"You wouldn't have anything to do that you didn't like." She uttered a laugh that caught her breath as if it had been a sob.

"Oh, don't talk about it, Hugh! I should be bored--bored to death.