"Oh, my dear," she said, "you've come back to me. You've come back."
He looked down on her with miserable eyes. She put her arms about him. His face darkened and was stern to her. He held her by her arms and put her from him, and she trembled in all her body, humiliated and rebuked.
"No. Not that," he said. "Not now. I can't ask you to take me back now."
"Need you ask me—now?"
"You don't understand," he said. "You don't know. Darling, you don't know."
At the word of love she turned to him, beseeching him with her tender eyes.
"Sit down," he said. "I want to talk to you."
She sat down on the couch, and made room for him beside her.
"I don't want," she said, "to know more than I do."
"I'm afraid you must know. When you do know you won't talk about taking me back."