"Why shouldn't you?" he demanded. "You do, or you wouldn't let me act this way. Oh, Claire, isn't that true?"
"Doesn't your own heart tell you, Philip?" She could not lie easily.
"Yes, of course. I just wanted to hear you say it, dear."
"Why?"
"Because—because it means so much to me."
"How does it mean any more than my unresisting lips?" She wanted to be fair to Philip. Would he want a wife without love?
He looked at her, puzzled by her calm question.
"Because, dear, it would mean that you put your seal on our divine betrothal."
"I gave you my lips, you held me in your arms, doesn't that mean love to you?"
"Claire, why do you talk that way?"