I took as long in drinking the tea as possible, but it could not last for ever, and finally he took the cup from me, put it down, and kneeling before me again he put his arms about me.
Something in my being there alone with him, in his growing excitement, suddenly frightened me out of my wits.

With a cry I pushed him away from me with both hands.
"Oh, don't!" I said; "don't you see I can't bear it?
I hate it.

Let me go, please." And I struggled to be free of him.
He looked up at me with a dazed expression.
"But you are going to marry me in three days," he said.

"I shall be your husband.

What was it you said?
That you hated my caresses?
You don't mean it, Bawn ?" "I do mean it," I cried, with a frantic repulsion.