"Do you love me as much as that. Would it make a great difference?"
"It would ruin all my life. It is in your hands. Oh, my darling!" For it was so delightful to be necessary.
It was not foolish to the ears of eighteen when the heart of eighteen had sometimes longed for the words. Good, sound sense is much amiss in lovemaking.
"And you do love me—a little?"
If he could make her admit that he would coax a great deal more.
"I—I can't tell in a moment."
"But you know you do? Will you deny utterly that you do?"
She could evade with pretty turnings and windings, but this, so simple, so to the point.
"Oh, wait," she cried. "I must think. Allin it is a lifelong thing. I want to be sure——"
"And then you will smile on someone else, and walk with someone else and dance and all that, and I shall be utterly miserable and never sure until you do promise."