He came nearer. His look spoke the rest.
Delia retreated.
"What have I done?" she said passionately.
"Made your life one long worry!—ever since you saw me. How can you love me?—you oughtn't!—you oughtn't!"
He laughed.
"Every quarrel we had I loved you the better. From our very first talk in this room—"
She cried out, putting up her hands, as though to protect herself against the power that breathed from his face and shining eyes.
"Don't—don't!—I can't bear it."
His expression changed.
"Delia!"