"Why are you becoming so very demonstrative?" she asked. "If you are not careful it will become a horrid habit with you."
"Does it mean nothing more than a habit to you?" he asked, unsmilingly.
"It means that I care enough for you to let you do it more than once, doesn't it?"
He shrugged and turned his face toward the window:
"And you believe that you love me," he said, sullenly and partly to himself.
"You amazingly sulky man, what are you muttering to yourself?" she demanded, bending forward and across his shoulder to see his face which was still turned from her. He swung about and caught her fiercely in his arms; and the embrace left her breathless and flushed.
"Clive—please—"
"Can't you care for me! For God's sake show it if you can!"
"Please, dear—I—"
"Can't you!" he repeated unsteadily, drawing her closer. "You know what I am asking. Answer me!"