“Yet you were kinder to me then.”
He did not reply. She raised her face.
“Is it not so?”
“Perhaps,” he replied.
“Then you must have loved me more then,” she said.
“No, that is not true.”
“No? Do you still love me, then?”
“I cannot answer you,” he said. “If I were to tell you my heart you would not believe me, because you would not understand.”
“Ah, but I would, indeed,” she said, softly.
“You are innocent,” he said, regarding her thoughtfully, “but you are a coquette by nature.”