"Not friendship?"
"Well, call it friendship, if you please. I'll call it something else."
"A riddle!" she exclaimed.
"To which the answer is found on the next page—shall we turn it?"
"Do you think it wise?" she asked—"wise to turn the new page before we have finished the old?"
"No, it is not wise," he answered slowly. "You are right, Stephanie. You see I call you simply Stephanie, but it is hard to have to read what doesn't interest me."
"If it is hard to have to read, what do you think it is to have to live it?" she asked.
"It must be hell!" he replied.
"It is hell," she admitted—"hell of my own making—that is what hurts."