The heart of the world alone could make up to her these losses. For now she was already preparing to seek it in her own way, under her own Law of Love.
“Jim,” she said almost timidly, “I have not intended to make you unhappy. Don’t you understand that?”
He seated himself: she lighted a cigarette for him.
“I suppose you can’t help doing it,” he said glumly.
“I really can’t, it seems. I don’t love you. I wish I did.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do.... I wish I were in love with you.”
After a moment she said: “I told you how much I 132 care for you. But––if you think it is easier for you––not to see me–––”
“I can’t seem to stay away.”
“I’m glad you can’t––for my sake; but I’m troubled on your account. I do so adore to be with you! But––but if–––”