punished, I think."

"But you know I was right. Was I not right?"

"I think you were wrong, but I don't want to say anything more about it
now."

"Ah, but, Harry, I want you to talk about it. Is it not everything to
me--everything in this world--that you and I should agree about this? I
have nothing else to think of but you. I have nothing to hope for but
that I may live to be your wife. My only care in the world is my care
for you! Come, Harry, don't be glum with me."

"I am not glum."

"Speak a nice word to me. Tell me that you believe me when I say that it
is not of myself I am thinking, but of you."

"Why can't you let me think for myself in this?"

"Because you have got to think for me."

"And I think you'd do very well on the income we ye got. If you'll
consent to marry, this Summer, I won't be glum, as you call it, a moment
longer."

"No, Harry; I must not do that. I should be false to my duty to you if I
did."

"Then it's no use saying anything more about it."