"Suppose I know for us both?"
Julia straightened herself suddenly, evading the encircling arm.
"Don't, Mark!" she pleaded, giving him a glimpse of wet blue eyes.
"I'm not teasing you, darling," he said tenderly. "I'm not going to
tease you! But you do love me, Julia?"
A silence, but she tightened the hold of the little glove that rested on
his free hand.
"Don't you, Julie?" he begged.
"Why--you know I do, Mark!" the girl said, and both began to laugh.
"But then what's the matter?" Mark asked, serious again.
"Well--" Julia looked all about her, and finally brought her troubled
eyes to rest on his.
"Well, what, you darling?"
"Well, it's just this, Mark. I don't know whether I can get it over to
you." The girl interrupted herself for a little puzzled laugh. "I don't
know that I can get it over to myself," she said. "But it's this: I feel
as if I didn't know _myself_ yet, d'ye see? I don't know what I want,
myself, and of course I don't know what I want my husband to be
like--d'ye see, Mark? I--I feel as if I didn't know _anything_--I don't
know what's good and what's just common.
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