If you mean to ask _that_ question, I'll answer it in advance.

It is I, not my mother, who expects to marry Mr.Thorpe, and I am quite old enough and wise enough to know my own mind.

So you need not put the question." He drew nearer.

The table separated them as they looked squarely into each other's eyes through the fire-lit space that lay between.
"Anne, Anne!" he cried hoarsely.

"You must not, you shall not do this unspeakable thing! For God's sake, girl, if you have an atom of self- respect, the slightest--" "Don't begin that, Braden!" she cut in, ominously.