“It took you out of them!”
“I saw then that I had been thinking only of myself, my own happiness.”
“Oh, it would have been some happiness, would it?” said Paul, with a touch of sarcasm. He took her in his arms.
“Have you the least doubt about my love for you?” Eve asked.
He looked deep into her eyes, so near his own. “No, I haven’t.” And he rested his lips on hers.
She did not resist, she returned his kiss. Then she left him. “It’s like death to me, but I must. I shall never marry you.” She went towards her canoe.
Paul gave a laugh. “That’s a nice way to talk when I’ve been slaving over the house, and got all sorts of suffocating things you’ll like.” He came and took her hands off the boat’s edge. “Why, Eve,” he said, with sudden passion, “a week from to-day we shall be living there together.”
“Never together.”
“I can’t tell you, because it’s against myself.—I haven’t the strength to tell you.”