His mouth closed and his flush died away. He looked at her. The amulet, it seemed, had failed to work.
"Ann!" he said.
"Well?"
"Ann."
The conversation still hung fire.
"Ann," he said, made a movement with his hands that suggested appeal, and advanced a step.
Ann shook her head more defiantly, and became defensive.
"Look here, Ann," said Kipps. "I been a fool."
They stared into each other's miserable eyes.
"Ann," he said. "I want to marry you."
Ann clutched the table edge. "You can't," she said faintly.
He made as if to approach her around the table, and she took a step that restored their distance.
"I must," he said.
"You can't."
"I must. You got to marry me, Ann."
"You can't go marrying everybody. You got to marry 'er."
"I shan't."
Ann shook her head. "You're engaged to that girl. Lady, rather. You can't be engaged to me."
"I don't want to be engaged to you. I been engaged. I want to be married to you. See? Rightaway."
Ann turned a shade paler. "But what d'you mean?" she asked.
