"Then you still care—for her?"
He nodded.
She was again silent, but the locked grip told him of her tensity.
"But she's impossible to you. She lives in another world. You still believe this?"
"Yes."
Silence. "And I'm still next?"
"Yes."
"And do you like me any less than you did at first?"
He looked back upon her impulsively, and caught her hands.
"This is a miserable affair, Kate!" he cried. "Can't we forget it—wipe it out—and be just friends?"