She thought his tone sounded as if he were wavering about his decision. She did not look at him, but said: "With Noel and me it’s a very ordinary sort of difficulty. He’s not what they’d call a good match. But I suppose they won’t hold out if we show that we mean to have our own way. If they do, well, I shall wait till I’m twenty-one and marry him—just like that. But, of course, it would make a lot of difference if they smiled on us now, instead of keeping us apart. The real reason why we’ve come down here is because if he comes home on leave I should see him, and they don’t want me to; and partly, I suppose, because they think you and I might get to like each other, now we’re both grown up. Why can’t they let us be happy in our own way—the older people? They’ve done what they wanted, or if they haven’t they’re probably rather sorry for it now. I should be very glad if Noel were in the sort of position that my sisters’ husbands are. But I shouldn’t love him any better for it. It’s love that counts." "Yes, of course," said Harry. "Well, both you and I are going to get what we want by and by. I suppose we shall have to wait about the same time for it. But you never know what’s going to happen to you in these days. If I were to get killed, I should have missed something I ought to have had. You’d say it wouldn’t make much difference to me, but I don’t look at it like that; and anyhow it would make a difference to Viola, all her life." Her eyes had filled with tears. "It just doesn’t do to think about that," she said, "or to talk about it." He looked at her quickly, and put his hand on hers as it lay on the stone between them. "I’m sorry," he said. "I didn’t mean to be a brute. We take it like that, you know; it doesn’t make any difference to us. Nobody worries about it. But, of course it’s different for you." She dried her eyes. "It won’t happen to Noel or you," she said. "We shall all four of us be happy by and by. But why shouldn’t you be happy now, Harry? Is it necessary that you should keep it a secret still?" The troubled look returned to his face. "I’m different from other men," he said. "Everything was spared me when I was young. I’ve had to learn everything since I grew up, and it isn’t a pleasant world to learn in now. But whatever I have to do I must do now on my own responsibility. I should have to ask for Viola to come here. I couldn’t do that. When she comes here, she’ll come of her own right—the right that I shall give her." "But if you were to tell them about her, Harry——" "Yes, that’s what I’ve thought of doing. But I can’t do that either. They might accept her, but if they didn’t—it’s like it is with you. They want something else." She sighed. "I’m glad you’ve told me, at any rate," she said. "It puts _everything_ right now. You know about me and I know about you. I suppose Jane doesn’t know?"