“Are they clearer?”
Her head remained lowered but she raised her grey eyes to his. Her face had become very still and white.
“Dulcie,” he said under his breath, “I am in love with you.... What will you do about it?”
And, after a little while:
“W-what shall I do, Garry?” she whispered.
“Love me. Can you?”
She remained silent.
“Will you?—Dulcie Fane!”
Her lips stirred, but no sound came.