“Otherwise you would not take me,” he went on.
“But I do love you.”
“But if the time ever came when—when you ceased to care for me—” he stammered and did not finish, feeling her stiffen as if by a resolve in his arms.
“It could not come, such a time,” she interrupted, “because I could never cease to love you.”
“I know it, my sweetheart,” speaking with tender gratitude, “but I am only supposing the case, that if either of us ceased to care—”
She tore herself from him. She covered him with her wide, blue gaze. “Could you—cease to care?” she demanded.
“Absolutely no! You are my very life. I think, live and hope everything in terms of you,” he assured her.
But she was not assured. She remained apart, no longer yielding to his arms about her. “Well, why think about what will not happen?” she asked.
“I told you we were only supposing—”
“Not I?”