She began to yield already.  Oh, what a bringing-up she must have had!  Oh, how differently I should have acted in her place!

“Don’t tempt me, Godfrey,” she said; “I am wretched enough and reckless enough as it is.  Don’t tempt me to be more wretched and more wreckless still!”

“One question, Rachel.  Have you any personal objection to me?”

“I!  I always liked you.  After what you have just said to me, I should be insensible indeed if I didn’t respect and admire you as well.”

“Do you know many wives, my dear Rachel, who respect and admire their husbands?  And yet they and their husbands get on very well.  How many brides go to the altar with hearts that would bear inspection by the men who take them there?  And yet it doesn’t end unhappily—­somehow or other the nuptial establishment jogs on.  The truth is, that women try marriage as a Refuge, far more numerously than they are willing to admit; and, what is more, they find that marriage has justified their confidence in it.  Look at your own case once again.  At your age, and with your attractions, is it possible for you to sentence yourself to a single life?  Trust my knowledge of the world—­nothing is less possible.  It is merely a question of time.  You may marry some other man, some years hence.  Or you may marry the man, dearest, who is now at your feet, and who prizes your respect and admiration above the love of any other woman on the face of the earth.”

“Gently, Godfrey! you are putting something into my head which I never thought of before.  You are tempting me with a new prospect, when all my other prospects are closed before me.  I tell you again, I am miserable enough and desperate enough, if you say another word, to marry you on your own terms.  Take the warning, and go!”

“I won’t even rise from my knees, till you have said yes!”

“If I say yes you will repent, and I shall repent, when it is too late!”

“We shall both bless the day, darling, when I pressed, and when you yielded.”

“Do you feel as confidently as you speak?”

“You shall judge for yourself.  I speak from what I have seen in my own family.  Tell me what you think of our household at Frizinghall.  Do my father and mother live unhappily together?”

“Far from it—­so far as I can see.”

“When my mother was a girl, Rachel (it is no secret in the family), she had loved as you love—­she had given her heart to a man who was unworthy of her.  She married my father, respecting him, admiring him, but nothing more.  Your own eyes have seen the result.  Is there no encouragement in it for you and for me?” *

     * See Betteredge’s Narrative, chapter viii.

“You won’t hurry me, Godfrey?”

“My time shall be yours.”

“You won’t ask me for more than I can give?”

“My angel!  I only ask you to give me yourself.”

“Take me!”

In those two words she accepted him!