“Don’t you know me?” Martin appealed to her. “You gave me the mouse yesterday.”
He was unheeded. They did not even know he was there.
“You’re doing it too,” he said to her bitterly, and went away.
“George, when did I give you a mouse?”
“A mouse? What are you talking about? You’re going to give me something much better than a mouse. Do you know what I said to you once in a dream? I said, the worst of my love for you is that it’s so carnal.”
Her eyes met his, troubled but steady.
“And do you know what you answered?”
“No,” she said pitifully. “Oh, George, George, I don’t know about these things.”
“You said, ‘Perhaps that’s what I like about it.’”
She clung to him in a kind of terror.