"I can't say it."
She said it very low.
He bent forward, freeing himself from her mouth and clinging arm.
"No, Maggie. Never. I told you that in the beginning. You promised me you wouldn't think of it. It's bad enough as it is."
"What's bad enough?"
"Everything, my child. I'm bad enough, if you like; but I'm not as bad as all that, I can assure you."
"You don't think me bad?"
"You know I don't. You know what I think of you. But you must learn to see what's possible and what isn't."
"I do see. Tell me one thing. Is it because you love her?"
"We can't go into that, Maggie. Can't you understand that it may be because I love you?"