"What is the matter with the girl? I've never seen you like this before."
"Suppose--something was going to happen?"
"Well, isn't something always going to happen? What especially awful thing are you afraid is going to happen?"
"Suppose--something was going to happen--to me--because of you? Suppose--I was going----"
Her voice died away, her eyes fell.
"You don't mean that----"
"I do."
"Good God! It's--it's impossible!"
"Why is it impossible? It's true."
"But, my--my dear girl, it can't be."