"Do not think I don't understand you," she said quietly.
"What do you understand?"
"It hurts you because I wish to return."
"That is not so, Madeleine," he said abruptly. "You know what big things I want you to do."
"I know—only you would like me to say the contrary—to protest that I would give it all up—be content to be with you alone."
"No, not that," he said grudgingly, "and yet, this last night—here—I should like to hear you say the contrary."
She laughed a low laugh and caught his hand a little tighter.
"That displeases you?"
"No, no, of course not!" Presently she added with an effort:
"There is so much that we must say to each other and we have not the courage."