"No, I only asked."
"Yes, there is a border of green flowers on it."
"Could I see it?"
"Certainly. Do you wish to?"
"That is what I am going to Glogova for."
"Why, if you don't believe in it?"
"Just for that very reason. If I believed in it I should not go."
"You are a heathen."
She drew her chair away from him, at which he at once became serious.
"Have I hurt you?" he asked contritely.