"I don't know. But I don't mind so long as I know it isn't only because you love her."
"You're not to talk about her, Maggie."
"I know. I won't. I don't want to talk about her, I'm sure. I try not to think about her more than I can help."
"But you must think of her."
"Oh—must I?"
"At any rate, you must think of me."
"I do think of you. I think of you from morning till night. I don't think of anything else. I don't want anything else. I'm contented as long as I've got you. It wasn't that."
"What was it, Maggie?"
"Nothing. Only—it's so awfully lonely in between, when you're not here. That was why I asked you."
"Poor child, poor Maggie. Is it very bad to bear?"