after further reflection I decide to go through these preliminaries, have I your word that I may definitely look to you to reward me with your precious hand?"
"I don't think you have any right to put the question to me now," said Miriam, with a promptitude partly produced perhaps by the clear-cut form Peter's solemn speech had given (it was a charm to hear it) to each item of his enumeration. "The case is so very contingent, so dependent on what you ingeniously call your further reflection. While you reserve yourself you ask me to commit myself. If it's a question of further reflection, why did you drag me up here? And then," she added, "I'm so far from wishing you to take any such monstrous step."
"Monstrous, you call it? Just now you said it would be sublime."
"Sublime if it's done with spontaneity, with passion; ridiculous if it's done after further reflection. As you said perfectly a while ago, it isn't a thing to reason about."
"Ah, what a help you'd be to me in diplomacy!" Sherringham cried. "Will you give me a year to consider?"
"Would you trust me for a year?"
"Why not, if I'm ready to trust you for life?"
"Oh, I shouldn't be free then, worse luck. And how much you seem to take for granted one must like you!"
"Remember that you've made a great point of your liking me. Wouldn't you do so still more if I were heroic?"
Miriam looked at him a moment. "I think I should pity you, in such a cause. Give it all to her; don't throw away a real happiness!"
