"Not like that."
"All the same, you would become happy.... You never found happiness in your husband—you say so yourself—because you don't understand him. You would understand me."
She began to cry again:
"Oh," she said, "don't go on talking like that!"
"Do you care for me, Tilly, do you care for me?"
"Yes, Johan, I do care for you."
"Well?"
She stood still:
"Listen," she said, looking him straight in the eyes. "I care for you." Her voice sounded loving in spite of herself. "I care for you ... very much indeed. At this moment, perhaps even more than for Addie ... I'm not quite sure. A time may come ... may come, when I shall care for you even more ... certainly more than for Addie."
"Oh," he cried, "but then...."