He abruptly broke off. In his tone, too, was now something that filled her with disquiet.
"Then what?" she asked, her brow clouding.
David for a moment did not reply. It was as if he pondered something, as if he debated telling her what hovered on his lips. His dark eyes, turbulent with the feeling that still raised its storm within him, clung to hers as if to search out from her inner consciousness the real truth of what she felt for him.
"You love me, don't you?" he asked suddenly.
She did not answer.
"Bab, tell me you do," he pleaded.
Still she didn't answer.
"Won't you?" he asked.
It was not until he'd asked a third time that she replied.
"I don't know," she faltered then. "I care for you, David, but how I care I can't tell. Don't ask me now. Give me a little time."