"Yes, but not to go into. There's only one key that unlocks the inner shrine of all—the word you've just spoken. A woman knows nothing till she hears it."
He looked at her with the puzzled air of a man getting strange information.
"Well," he said, after a long pause, "you've heard it. So what—now?"
"Now I'm willing to say that I love you."
"Oh, but I knew that already," he returned. "A man doesn't need to be told what he can see. That isn't what I'm asking. What I want to learn is, not what you feel, but what you'll—do."
She smiled faintly.
"I'm asking what you'll—do?" he repeated.
"If you insist on my telling you that," she said glancing up at him shyly, "I'll say that—since the inner shrine is unlocked—at last—I'll go in."
"Then, come, come."
He stood with arms open, his tone of petition still blended with a suggestion of command, as she crossed the room toward him.