“No, no”, I said, shaking my head, “if you liked me, you wouldn’t avoid me and—”
“Perhaps it’s because I like you too much—”
“Then you’d make me happy”, I broke in.
“Happy”, she repeated, “How can I?”
“By letting me kiss you, and—”
“Yes, and—” she repeated significantly.
“What harm does it do you?” I asked.
“What harm”, she repeated, “Don’t you know it’s wrong? One should only do that with one’s husband; you know that.”
“I don’t know anything of the sort”, I cried, “That’s all silly. We don’t believe that today.”
“I believe it”, she said gravely.