She took his hand. “Do I torment you?” she asked. “I don’t mean to. I’m sorry!”
Was it surrender? he wondered—or some new evasion?
“Our marriage—” he said.
“Oh! Must we talk about it?” Her voice was wistful. “We’re so happy—as we are.”
“As we are.... But what are we?” he demanded painfully.
“Together....” she said.
And then, when he did not speak, she asked, a little coldly,
“What do you want me to say, Felix?”
“I don’t know.... There are so many things to say.... All the things we haven’t said....”
“Must we say them, Felix? Well, then—I’m sorry.”