“I’m afraid—you’ll have to find some other way of keeping me.”
“I shall,” he said defiantly.
“I—hope so, Felix.... I wish I could feel that I was really and truly your wife. I don’t—yet.”
“Then,” he said slowly, “play at being my wife—for a while. Can you do that?”
“I’ve played at it for nearly two years. It was nice enough. I guess I can—a little longer. Do you suppose that is what it will come to?—just playing at being married, Felix?”
“No. Never. We’ll find the answer this time.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to talk everything out....”
“We’ve talked so often, Felix!”
“Once more!”