“But I thought — ” she began.
“Well,” he answered, “I don’t love her. I don’t want to marry her — so I shall have done.”
“But,” exclaimed his mother, amazed, “I thought lately you had made up your mind to have her, and so I said nothing.”
“I had — I wanted to — but now I don’t want. It’s no good. I shall break off on Sunday. I ought to, oughtn’t I?”
