"At any rate, Paul, do not lie," she answered. "If you tell me that you will not be my husband, you do condemn me. Is it not so?"
"I will not lie if I can help it. I did ask you to be my wife--"
"Well;--rather. How often before I consented?"
"It matters little; at any rate, till you did consent. I have since satisfied myself that such a marriage would be miserable for both of us."
"You have?"

"Paul, do not lie. If you tell me that you will not be my husband, you condemn me."
"I will not lie if I can help it. I did ask you to be my wife-"
"How often did you ask before I consented?"
"I now believe such a marriage would be miserable for both of us. 