Claudia was looking grave.
"You know the answer," she said. "It must be 'Yes.'"
Eugene drew her to him and kissed her.
"But you say 'Yes' as if it gave you pain."
"So it does, in a way."
"You don't like being conquered even by your own prisoner?"
"It's not that; that is, I think, rather a namby-pamby feeling. At any rate, I don't feel it."
"What is it, then? You don't care enough for me?"
"Ah, I care too much!" she cried. "Eugene, I wish I could have loved Father Stafford, and not you."
"Why so?"