"Oh, dear, yes. Perfectly. I have been waiting for you to get to the point."
"Ethel!" and he impulsively stretched out his arms as though to embrace her.
She drew back slightly, just out of his reach.
"Wait." She looked up at him, quizzically: "Suppose we generate poison? What would you do? Amputate me?"
"You are different from all other women."
"Didn't you tell your wife that when you asked her to marry you?"
He turned away impatiently: "Don't say those things, Ethel, they hurt."
"I'm afraid, Christian, I'm too frank, aren't I?"
"You stand alone, Ethel. You seem to look into the hearts of people and know why and how they beat."
"I do—sometimes. It's an awkward faculty."