Under the deep-fringed lids her grey eyes looked at him vaguely; her lips were burning.
"Steve——" he whispered.
Her slowly lifted eyes alone responded.
"Can you love me?"
Her eyes closed again. And after a long while her lips responded delicately to his.
"Is it love, Steve?" he asked, trembling.
"I don't know.... I'm so tired—confused——"
Her arms fell from his neck to his shoulders and she opened her eyes, listlessly.
"I think it—must be," she said.... "I'm quite sure it is!"
"Love?"