"The year after next."
"Nonsense, Marie."
"To-morrow."
"You wouldn't be ready."
"You may manage it all just as you like with papa. Oh, yes,--kiss me; of course you may. If I'm to belong to you what does it matter? No;--I won't say that I love you. But if ever I do say it, you may be sure it will be true. That's more than you can say of yourself,--John."

"The year after next."
"Nonsense, Marie."
"Tomorrow."
"You wouldn't be ready."
"You may manage it all just as you like with papa. Oh, yes, kiss me; of course you may. What does it matter? I won't say that I love you. But if ever I do say it, you may be sure it will be true. That's more than you can say yourself - John."
