They reached the dark south end.
"And now, as to that former love," he said, pausing. "I will never ask you again; but here and now, Margaret, tell me what it was."
"It was not 'a fascination'—like yours," she answered.
"Do not be impertinent, especially in a church. Mrs. Lovell was not my only fascination, I beg to assure you; remember, I am thirty-six years old. But now—what was it?"
"A mistake."
"Good; but I want more."
"It was a will-o'-the-wisp that I thought was real."
"Better; but not enough."
"You ask too much, I think."
"I shall always ask it; I am horribly selfish; I warn you beforehand that I expect everything, in the most relentless way."