"No."
"But now that I've kissed you, you do believe it?"
"Y-yes."
"Then to fix that belief more firmly—"
"Oh, no, you mustn't, Kelly—" she cried, her soft voice hinting of hidden laughter. "I'm quite sure that my belief is very firmly fixed. Hear me recite my creed. Credo! I believe that you are the great god Kelly, perfectly capable of travelling about wrapped in a golden cloud—"
"You are mocking at the gods!"
"No, I'm not. Who am I to affront Olympus?… Wh-what are you going to do, Kelly? Fly to the sacred mount with me?"
But she suffered his arm to remain around her waist as they moved slowly on through the darkness.
"How long are you going to stay? Tell me, Louis. I'm as tragically curious as Pandora and Psyche and Bluebeard's wife, melted into the one and eternal feminine."
"I'm going to-morrow."