"And now?"
"Now you are like a Joan who does not hear her voices any more."
She slipped from his knee to hers. "You're disappointed then?"
"No."
"You ought to be."
"Perhaps."
"Would you love me more if I were brave?"
"I don't believe I could."
She laughed, and with her head aslant, she asked, "Then what's the good of trying?"
"Just to make it easier for me," he said.