"And what's the meaning," Ralph asked, "of your talking of mine?"
"Why, that I take in the same way my chance of yours." She paused—he must understand.
This took him indeed no great time. "You'll have me if I do come?"
She hesitated again but an instant. "If you come on your honour. If you come——!" But it was as if she couldn't put it.
He tried to help her. "Without regret?"
Ah this wasn't good enough. "If you come with desire."
Ralph stared. "How in the world can I come without it if I come for you?"
She used again her large ease. "That won't help you if you're loyal."
"Loyal?" he wondered.
"To the real truth. To your genius."