"You really cared for me?"
"I do still."
A flicker of the old malice lighted his face.
"But you won't let me kiss you? Why?"
She looked up into his eyes. "I feel as powerless with you as I was before. You could always have had your will. Once I would not have blamed you. Now it would be cowardly—because—I have forgiven myself—"
"I won't disturb your vows," he said seriously.
"Then—I think you had better go."
"I am going.... I only wanted to see you again.... May I ask you something, dear?"
"Ask it," she said.
"Then—you are going to get over this, aren't you?"