“Has brought me here to-night, for example.”
“You had my invitation.”
“True. But why develop another situation which, as you say, has no way out?”
“Do you want to go?”
“No, Zen, no! I want to stay—with you—always! But organized society must respect its own conventions.”
She arose and stood by his chair, letting her hand fall beside his cheek.
“You silly boy!” she said. “You didn’t organize society, nor subscribe to its conventions. Still, I suppose there must be a code of some kind, and we shall respect it. You had your chance, Denny, and you passed it up.”
“Had my chance?”
“Yes. I refused you in words, I know, but actions speak louder—”
“But when you told me you were engaged what could I honorably do?”