“All this can make very little difference to you,” Robert urged. “You know how I feel. That is, it can make very little difference to you if you still feel as you did. You must know that I have only been waiting—that I am eager and impatient to lift you out of it all.”
Ellen faced him. “Do you think I would be lifted out of it now?” she said.
“Why, but, Ellen, you cannot—”
“Yes, I can. You do not know me.”
“Ellen, you are under a total misapprehension of my position.”
“No, I am not. I apprehend it perfectly.”
“Ellen, you cannot let this separate us.”
Ellen looked straight ahead in silence.
“You at least owe it to me to tell me if, irrespective of this, your feelings have changed,” Robert said, in a low voice.
Ellen said nothing.