"The day you marry. For you WILL marry. You must--SERIOUSLY--
marry."
She took it from him, but it determined in her the only words she
was to have uttered, all the morning, that came out as if a
spring had been pressed. "To make you feel better?"
"Well," he replied frankly, wonderfully--"it will. But here," he
added, "is your hansom."
He had signalled--the cab was charging. She put out no hand for
their separation, but she prepared to get in. Before she did so,
however, she said what had been gathering while she waited.
"Well, I would marry, I think, to have something from you in all
freedom."