"Because I wanted them to like you."
"Am I so disagreeable that they couldn't—without that?"
"I wanted you," he said, "to like them."
"I do like them."
He glanced at her sidelong and softly.
"Tell me," she said. "What have they done to look so happy, and so perfectly at peace?"
"That's it. They haven't done anything."
"Not to do things—that's the secret, is it?"
"Yes," he said, "I almost think it is."
"I wonder," said she.