He said to himself swiftly that he had made a great mistake in coming; that he would end it as soon as he could; and that he would never venture again, even if he had to run away. For every accent of her voice, every flashing look, moved him perilously.
"What do you want? Do you know?" he asked roughly.
"I want to be near you; that's all I know now!" she said, folding her hands over her breast and closing her eyes.
"And the end?"
She was at his side with a bound, clutching his arm.
"Do you know what is the difference between us? I am honest; I say what I think! You are afraid to admit what you feel!"
"The situation is not the same," he said stubbornly. "The responsibility is all on my side!"
"Oh, Your Honor!" she said sublimely. "Don't let's talk! Don't you know it won't change anything? It will be such a great, great love. I know it—I feel it! So beautiful! And what else matters? It's our life, and you—you have never really lived!"
Her impetuosity sobered him. He made a turn of the room; when he came back he was smiling, with the smile she hated. "Dodo, I suppose at this moment you think you would go off with me anywhere."
"Anywhere!"