"But you knew that I loved you. Yes, everything could have been different, oh, everything could have been so very different!"
She suddenly began to cry.
"Tilly!"
"Oh," she said, sobbing, "don't let us talk like this! Let's go to the tennis-club."
"No, no, I don't want to."
She turned.
"Tilly...."
"No, I won't go any farther. I'm going to the club. It'll distract me ... to play tennis."
She turned back; he followed her.
"Tilly, you're so unstrung. If you were a little calmer, I should tell you...."