“Well?” he replied. “Let’s have it out.”
“Oh, then you know there’s something wrong.”
“I know you have been trying to hurt me for the past two or three days,” he answered.
He put his hand upon hers as it rested on her knee, and drew her towards him; but she resisted the movement, and he noticed that her fingers, which pushed his own away, were cold.
“Tell me,” he said. “What has been the matter? You have made me very unhappy.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” she answered. “Only ...”
“Only what?”
“I don’t think you know what love is,” she murmured, and her voice was so low that her words were almost lost in the darkness.
“But that is just what I was going to say to you,” he replied.
She uttered a little laugh. “It seems that we shall always interpret things differently,” she said.