"No, no, it's myself, myself."
"My dearest, if it's only yourself, you need not be afraid. Why, you're so adorable...."
Pauline seemed to cry out at the wound he had given her, and Guy started back afraid for an instant of what he was provoking.
"Don't treat me like a stupid little girl that petting can cure. I'm not adorable, I'm bad ... I'm ... oh, Guy, I am so unhappy!"
"What do you mean by 'bad'?" he asked. "You talk as if we were ... really, darling, you don't grasp life at all."
"Guy," she said turning to him with fierce earnestness. "Don't persuade me I've done nothing. I have. I ought not. I've known that all the time. If you don't want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, you mustn't persuade me. I've been so weak...."
He was annoyed at the exaggeration in her words and perplexed by her violence.
"Anybody would think, you know," he told her, "that we had behaved terribly."
"We have. We have."
Her mouth was drawn with pain: her eyes were wild.