She moistened her lips and tried to speak clearly.
"We were so happy as it was. Can't it go on?"
"No, it cannot go on. If you were a man you would not ask that. Will you come?"
She closed her eyes, and tried not to hear the singing in her ears, and thought he would come and touch her. But he did not move at all.
"You are frightened, are you not?" he said.
"Of you? No, I don't think I am frightened of you."
He came so near then that she felt his warm breath on her neck.
"Not of me, oh, no. But, all the same, you are frightened, or else you would not hesitate."
He turned away again, and she dropped her hands quickly from her eyes.
"You are not going?"