He cleared his throat, and, beating the carpet with his foot, tried to speak with dignity as well as feeling--but he only succeeded in being patronising. "You know," he said quickly, and without daring to look at her, "one's had time to think. I don't mean that I'm sorry it's all been as it has--we've had a ripping time--but I'm not sure--one can't be certain--that it's best for it to go on--quite like this. You see, old girl, it's so damned serious. Of course my people have ideas about my marrying--of course the Trojans have always had to be careful. People expect it of them----" He stopped for a moment. "You mean that I'm not good enough?" She had stepped back from his chair and was standing with her back to the wall. He got up from his chair and turned round and faced her, leaning with his hands on the table. But he could not face her for long; his eyes dropped before the fury in hers. "No, no, Dahlia--how stupid of you!--of course it's not that. It's really rather unkind of you to make it harder for me. It's difficult enough to explain. You're good enough for any one, but I'm not quite sure, dear, whether we'd be quite the people to marry! We'd be splendid friends, of course--we'll always be that--but we're both very young, and, after all, it's rather hard for one to know. It was splendid at Cambridge, but I don't think we quite realised----" "You mean you didn't," she broke in quickly. "I know well enough. Some one's been speaking to you, Robin." "No--nobody." He looked at her fiercely. She had hurt his pride. "As if I'd be weak enough to let that make any difference. No one has said a word--only----" "Only--you've been thinking that we're not quite good enough for you--that we'd soil your Trojan carpets and chairs--that we'd stain your Trojan relations. I--I know--I----" And then she broke down altogether. She was kneeling by the table with her head in her arms, sobbing as though her heart would break. "Oh, I say, Dahlia, don't! I can't bear to see you cry--it will be all right, old girl, to-morrow--it will really--and then you will see that it was wiser. You will thank me for speaking about it. Of course we'll always be good friends. I----" "Robin, you don't mean it. You can't!" She had risen from her knees and now stood by him, timidly, with one hand on his arm. "You have forgotten all those splendid times at Cambridge. Don't you remember that evening on the Backs? Just you and I alone when there was that man singing on the other side of the water, when you said that we would be like that always--together. Oh, Robin dear, it can't have been all nothing to you." She looked very charming with her eyes a little wet and her hair a little dishevelled. But his resolution must not weaken--now that he had progressed so far, he must not go back. But he put his arm round her.