"I do love you, Tilly!" he cried, in despair. "Love me altogether!"
"I do love you altogether!" he lied, in anguish for her sake.
"No, you love me ... half!"
"That's not so!"
"Yes, it is, you know it is!... I want to be loved by you altogether and not only...."
"Hush, Tilly," he entreated, in dismay. "Tilly, don't let us spoil our happiness!"
"Our happiness!" she laughed, scornfully.
"Aren't we happy then?"
And he tried to force her to say yes, but she was suffering too much and exclaimed:
"No, I am not happy! When I embrace you...." she clutched her fingers. "When I have embraced you," she went on, "it's over, it's over, it's over at once; I feel that you are far away from me again; that you don't love me."