“Yes; but to be thrown out every day! To be whole days and nights without you! Gyp, you must—you must! What is there against it? Don't you love me enough?”
She looked at him, and then away into the shadows.
“Too much, I think. It's tempting Providence to change. Let's go on as we are, Bryan. No; don't look like that—don't be angry!”
“Why are you afraid? Are you sorry for our love?”
“No; but let it be like this. Don't let's risk anything.”
“Risk? Is it people—society—you're afraid of? I thought YOU wouldn't care.”
Gyp smiled.
“Society? No; I'm not afraid of that.”
“What, then? Of me?”
“I don't know. Men soon get tired. I'm a doubter, Bryan, I can't help it.”