“What? I don’t understand. What is the matter?”

“What I have said a thousand times over, and can’t help thinking ...that I’m not worthy of you. You couldn’t consent to marry me. Think a little. You’ve made a mistake. Think it over thoroughly. You can’t love me.... If...better say so,” he said, not looking at her. “I shall be wretched. Let people say what they like; anything’s better than misery.... Far better now while there’s still time....”

“I don’t understand,” she answered, panic-stricken; “you mean you want to give it up...don’t want it?”

“Yes, if you don’t love me.”

“You’re out of your mind!”