“What’s the matter, dear?” you murmur. “I thought you trusted me. What’s the matter?”
“Why, I didn’t mean—I do trust you. Only....” She stops and looks away from you.
“Then what is it? I don’t understand. Do you mean you—you can’t trust yourself? I thought you were so sensible about these things.”
“Of course I can. I’m not a man!”
“No, dear. But you’re a woman, aren’t you? Are you afraid, really?”
“I’m not afraid. I just didn’t want to.”
“Oh, I’m sorry....”
“I didn’t mean I didn’t want to.”
“Just don’t care?”
“Not exactly that....”