"Geoffrey!" she breathed; "and I—love you to touch me! And I don't hate to kiss you, Geoffrey dear."
"Then why do you keep me at arm's length?"
"Do I?" she questioned softly, gazing down at the lily pads.
"You know you do. Why?"
"Well—because."
"Because what?"
"Oh, well, just—because."
"Hermione—tell me."
"Well, everything is so strange—so unreal! This great house, the servants, all the beautiful clothes you bought me! To have so very much of everything after having to do with so very little—it's all so wonderful and—dreadful!"
"Dreadful?"