“I love you, too, Phyllis.”
She looked up at him, as if puzzled, startled, incredulous.
“I didn’t know it till just this moment—but it’s true.”
“But—why?” She put her hand as if defensively to her bosom, to ward off a danger she had not apprehended.
“Why should you love me?”
He pondered. “I don’t know. Why do people love each other? I don’t know.”
“You love me!” she repeated, as if it were a problem for which she were seeking the answer.
“Yes,” Felix said soberly.
“But then—”
She did not finish her sentence, and they turned and walked again slowly back to the other corner.