“Well, wouldn’t it be better to get it first and make sure——?”
“I have no money.”
“Oh!— so you wanted me——”
“I only wanted you, I only wanted you. I would have given you——”
“What?”
“You’d have me—you’d have all me, and everything you wanted.”
“That I paid for—a good bargain! No, oh no, George, I beg your pardon. This is one of my flippant nights. I don’t mean it like that. But you know it’s impossible—look how I’m fixed—it is impossible, isn’t it now.”
“I suppose it is.”
“You know it is—Look at me now, and say if it’s not impossible—a farmer’s wife—with you in Canada.”
“Yes—I didn’t expect you like that. Yes, I see it is impossible. But I’d thought about it, and felt as if I must have you. Should have you . . . Yes, it doesn’t do to go on dreaming. I think it’s the first time, and it’ll be the last. Yes, it is impossible. Now I have made up my mind.”
“And what will you do?”
“I shall not go to Canada.”
“Oh, you must not—you must not do anything rash.”
“No—I shall get married.”
“You will? Oh, I am glad. I thought—you—you were too fond—. But you’re not—of yourself I meant. I am so glad. Yes—do marry!”
“Well, I shall—since you are——”
