'And I love you,' said Aylmer as abruptly, and in a still lower voice.
She didn't answer.
'Look here, Edith. I want to ask you something.'
'Yes.'
He seemed to have some difficulty in speaking. He was agitated.
'Have you forgotten me?'
'You can see I haven't, or I wouldn't be here,' she answered.
'Don't fence with me. I mean, really. Are you the same as when I went away?'
'Aylmer, do you think we had better talk about it?'
'We must. I must. I can't endure the torture of seeing you just like anybody else. You know I told you—' He stopped a moment.