"You know why you shouldn't."
"I don't. Oh, I know the reasons usually given, but—what am I to do.
He's so nice, and a perfect gentleman. What harm is there?"
"Why do you say that to me, Carlia?"
"Why not to you?" She came and sat opposite him by the table. He was silent, and she repeated her question, slowly, carefully, and with emphasis. "Why not to you? Why should you care?"
"But I do care."
"I don't believe it. You have never shown that you do."
"I am showing it now."
"Tomorrow you will forget it—forget me for a month."
"Carlia!"
"You've done it before—many times—you'll do it again."