People
said he was too much in love, and laughed. Little by little Sabina
understood that she could not persuade him to trust to the future, and
she grew anxious about him. He wondered how she could still deceive
herself as to the inevitable end.
"We can go on being engaged as long as we please," she said hopefully.
"There are plenty of possible excuses."
"You and I are not good at lying," he answered, with a weary smile.
"We told each other so, that night."
"But it is perfectly true that I am almost too young to be married,"
said she; "and really, you know, it might be more sensible to wait
till I am nineteen."
"We should not think it sensible to wait a week, if there were no
hindrance. You know that."
"Of course! But when there is a hindrance, as you call it, it is very
sensible indeed to wait," retorted Sabina, with a truly feminine sense
of the value of logic. "I shall think so, and I shall say so, if I
must. Then you will have to wait, too, and what will it matter, so
long as we can see each other every day? Have people never waited a
year to be married?"
"You know that we may wait all our lives."
"No. I will not do that," Sabina said with sudden energy. "If nothing
happens, I will make something happen. You know what I told you. Have
you forgotten? And I am sure your father will understand.
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