He too rose, and he placed both his hands upon her shoulders.
“I don’t understand,” he said quickly. “What is it you don’t believe?”
“I don’t believe in fairies,” she answered bitterly.
“Don’t you believe that I love you?”
“To-night––perhaps,” she answered.
Her eyes were not meeting his.
“You don’t believe my love will last?”
“I––I don’t know.”
“Because of Frances?”