He said to himself that this fierceness, her passionate perversity, all that was most unintelligible in her, was just Kitty's way—the way of a woman recklessly, adorably in love. It stirred in him the very depths of tenderness. When she was married (they must marry very soon) she would be happy; she would understand him; she would settle down.
He looked at his watch. "I'm afraid I must be going."
She glanced at the hands of the watch over his shoulder. "You needn't," she said. "It isn't really time."
"Well—five minutes."
The five minutes went. "Time's up," he said.
"Oh, no, Robert—not yet."
"Kitty—don't you want to see them?"
"I don't want you to go."
"I'm coming back."
"Yes, but it won't be the same thing. It never will be the same thing as now."