“I don’t know. It isn’t always easy to know why you want things. You’re such an inveterate liar, and so tricky that you’d puzzle the devil himself.”
“Do you realize that all you are saying to-day implies something? It implies that in your opinion I am not a free agent, that you consider you have a right to govern my actions. But I deny that.”
She spoke firmly, but without any heat.
“Do you mean to say that what we are to each other gives me no more rights over you than mere acquaintances have?”
“It gives you no more rights over me than mere acquaintances have.”
He sat looking at her for a minute. Then he said:
“Cynthia, come and sit here, please, beside me.”
“Why should I?”
“Please come.”
“Very well.”