"There's only one time to tell things," he said.
"When?"
"Now."
She just began. Her lips parted. She took the breath for speech. The words came into her eyes.
"No--I can't tell you--don't ask me."
But he asked. He kept on asking. Whenever there was a pause, he gently asked again. He began putting the words into her mouth, and when he'd half said it for her, he asked once more.
"Why do you keep on asking?" she said with a smile.
"Because I know," said John.
"You know?"
"Yes."