He floundered in it. "What do you mean?"
"In no time you might get sick to death of me."
"Never!"
The denial exploded with such violence that the walls fell. Or at least so it seemed to Cassy. It seemed to her that the room had become a tent of fulgurant colours. They were blinding. She could not look at them. How delicious it all was, though! In spite of which, she sighed.
"Well, there is no telling. Some day I may go and take a look there."
With mounting astonishment he repeated it. "Some day! But, if you ever will, why not now?"
Her eyes then were on him. "To find out."
"Find out what?"
"How you felt about it."
"But how could you, if you don't care for me?"