‘Well then, know it and have done with it.’

‘But do you?’

‘Yes, I do. I love you, and I know it’s final. It is final, so why say any more about it.’

She was silent for some moments, in delight and doubt.

‘Are you sure?’ she said, nestling happily near to him.

‘Quite sure — so now have done — accept it and have done.’

She was nestled quite close to him.

‘Have done with what?’ she murmured, happily.

‘With bothering,’ he said.

She clung nearer to him.