"What is it you want me to say?"
"Why you're unhappy."
"But if I am not unhappy?"
"You are."
"But suppose I say that I am not?"
"You are. You are. You are!" he shouted at her.
"Very well, then, I am."
"Why are you?"
"Who is happy really? At any rate for more than a moment. Only very thoughtless and silly people."
"You're putting me off." He took her hand again. "I'm to blame, Amy--to blame in many ways. But people are talking."