She felt with every moment that their positions were changing more and more. She was gradually ascending to the command, while he was slowly coming under her will.
“Why do you say no?” he demanded.
“Because I want to say no.”
“But—but—why? Are you still angry?”
“I want to say no,” she repeated. “I couldn’t say anything else.”
“But you love me?” with angry persistence.
“No, I don’t love you.”
“You do,” he said in a low voice. “You’re not telling the truth. You do love me. You know you do.”
She looked at him with cold defiance, and said steadily:
“I do not.”