"Yes, more than I did before, Lucy."
"But—Keith—you didn't love me when you were loving somebody else?"
"I did, more than ever then. That happened because I loved you."
"I can understand all the rest; but I can't understand that."
"I think I'd rather you didn't understand it, darling."
She sighed, puzzled over it and gave it up. "But you didn't love me when you—when I—when you wouldn't have me?"
He answered her; but not with words.
"And now," said she, "you're going to Paris to-morrow."
"Perhaps."
"You must. Perhaps they'll be calling for you."