"They don't."
"But I want to win you back. Here and now, humiliating as it sounds, I declare I'd follow you around on my knees if—if it meant getting you."
"It wouldn't. I'm very sorry. Do you think you love me?"
His hand dropped down heavily on her shoulder.
"Yes!"
"I wish I loved you, but I don't. You—you've tired me out. I suppose that's it."
"Very well, I'll take what you say. But I've another question. Don't you guess where all this is driving me?"
"Don't hold me like that, Osborn."
"I'll only do it a few minutes. Answer my question. What do you expect of me?"
"Absolutely nothing," she owned.