I would not want you to.

I am not telling you for that, but only that you may not feel hurt because I slighted your invitation the other night, and because I thought at first I could not accept this.

But I was foolish about it, I guess.

If you would like to have me come, that is enough." "You have not known me long enough to like me," said Lucina, in a very small, sweet voice, still keeping her face averted.
"I guess time don't count much in anything like this," said Jerome.
"Well," said Lucina, with a soft, long breath, "I cannot see why your liking me should hinder you from coming." "I guess you're right; it shouldn't if you want me to come." "Why did you ever think it should ?" Lucina flashed her blue eyes around at him a second, then looked away again.
"I was afraid if--I saw you too often I should want to marry you so much that I would want nothing else, not even to help other people," said Jerome.
"Why need you think about marrying?
Can't you come to see me like a friend?
Can't we be happy so ?" asked Lucina, with a kind of wistful petulance.
"I needn't think about it, and we can--" "I don't want to think about marrying yet," said Lucina; "I don't know as I shall ever marry.

I don't see why you should think so much about that." "I don't," said Jerome; "I shall never marry." "You will, some time," Lucina said, softly.
"No; I never shall." Lucina turned.