"Then I am sorry I forgave you."
"Are you?"
"Yes, I am. Yes, yes, yes! Why can't you be to me what I wish to be to you? Why can't you be what I want—what I need——"
"Do you know what you need?"
"Yes, I——"
"No, you don't. You need to love—and to be loved. You don't know it, but you do!"
"That is a—a perfectly brutal thing to say——"
"Does it sound so to you?"
"Yes, it does! It is brutal—common, unworthy of you and of me——"
He took both her hands in a grip that almost hurt her: