"But I don't love you," she said quietly, overlooking with generosity his insinuations about the position she held.
He gazed at her in amazement. "Why not?" he asked.
"Why not? Oh, why should you ask me a hard question like that?"
"'Cause I want to know. What's the matter with me? I bet you—"
"Oh, don't!" she begged, "I don't love you; that's all. I can't say any more."
"Then why did you come out with me this evening?"
"I don't know. Of course, I ought not to—I suppose I ought not to."
"But you haven't said you won't marry me."
"No. But haven't I said enough?"
"No."