"I couldn't love you," she said quietly, "and not want what you want and hope what you hope."
"Lucy!"
I touched her hair with the tips of my fingers.
"What, dear?"
"There was never anyone in the world so wonderful as you, so beautiful, so generous."
"I suppose it's nice to have you think so." She looked with great contentment at the necktie.
"You haven't told me when Schuyler is coming."
"He's coming tomorrow."
"That's fine. But it will have its funny side."
"Why?"