"Then why," she demanded—"the other afternoon when you explained so much why you didn't like me—why doesn't that prove that you are attracted to me?"
"Little Evie," he said, "it does. That's the truth. You are almost everything of which I disapprove in woman. I love you."
He approached and took her in his arms.
"I hate you," said Evie, in a tone too conversational to be impressive.
He behaved as if she had not spoken. She drew away from him, though not wholly out of the circle of his arms.
"I don't think you can have understood me," she remarked coldly. "I said I hated you."
"I feel more sure of you than if you had said you loved me."
"Then I'll say I love you."
"Yes, dear, I know you do."
She sighed.