"Never again," he answered. "I never wanted to question you, Grizel. I
wanted only to marry you."
"And that can't be."
"I don't see it," he said, so stoutly that she was almost amused. But
he would not be pushed aside. He had something more to say.
"Dr. McQueen wished it," he said; "above all else in the world he
wished it. He often told me so."
"He never said that to me," Grizel replied quickly.
"Because he thought that to press you was no way to make you care for
me. He hoped that it would come about."
"It has not come about, David, with either of us," she said gently. "I
am sure that would have been sufficient answer to him."
"No, Grizel, it would not, not now."
He had risen, and his face was whiter than she had ever seen it.
"I am going to hurt you, Grizel," he said, and every word was a pang
to him. "I see no other way. It has got to be done. Dr. McQueen often
talked to me about the things that troubled you when you were a little
girl--the morbid fears you had then, and that had all been swept away
years before I knew you. But though they had been long gone, you were
so much to him that he tried to think of everything that might happen
to you in the future, and he foresaw that they might possibly come
back.
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