"No," she put in, "it does not matter which."
"It does not matter to those on the outside," he went on; "it only matters to us, and I think we all have it to bear. Even I"—
"What," she said, "you, too?"
"Yes," he answered, "I, too; but it does not matter, if no one is hurt but ourselves."
"There are so many things that 'do not matter,'" she said. "To say that, only means that there is no help."
"That is true," was his reply, "and I did not intend to speak of myself, but of you."
"No," she said, "don't speak of me,—don't speak of me!"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I tell you that you are trusting me too much."
"Go on," he said.