"But you're always doing it.... We'd better not see each other at all."
"Not see each other?"
"No."
"I won't have that," he said. "I won't have that either."
"And if I insist?"
"Even so."
"You don't make me any happier by talking like that; you make me even unhappier than I am."
"Oh, Tilly, I can't bear to see you unhappy!... What are we to do, what are we to do?"
"I don't know," she said, in a dead voice.
"You don't care for me."