"A woman's curiosity. Well—"
"Tell me the truth. When did you first experience the stirring?"
"Perhaps a month ago."
"And in the past four weeks you have never—"
"Well...."
"Do you think it would make me love you less?"
"No, I do not think that. And I will be honest with you. I—"
"Never mind. Do not tell me. I do not want to know. It is only natural for a man to lie a little about that, according to the old books, and I will not hold it against you. But make sure that you love me tonight, darling, make sure that you love me well."
"I will," he promised. "I will, darling. I will."
The cabin was in total darkness, but the man switched on the light as they entered, and the sparse furnishings leapt into instant relief, three chairs and a table, the athletic cross-bar he had mentioned, and in the corner a couch.