"No."
"But I want to. I'm tired. How limp your hand feels. Hold my hands tighter. Neil——"
"What?"
"You don't mind—what I said just now?"
"What did you say?"
"That about not loving you."
"That?" He laughed a bitter, lonely sort of laugh, as if she were talking about something that happened a long time ago. "You had to say it. It's true. I knew it well enough. I just thought I'd ask you."
"Do you want me to very much—want me to love you?"
"Don't talk any more about it."
"Neil, suppose I should marry Willard?"