"No-o."
"Certainly not. Because there is nothing to make either of us unhappy; is there?"
"Oh-h, no."
"Exactly. So we're not going to be unhappy; not one bit. First because we love each other, anyway; don't we?"
"Y-yes."
"Of course we do. And now, just because I happen to love you in that way and also in a different sort of way, in addition to that way, why, it's nothing for anybody to cry about it; is it, Eileen?"
"No. . . . No, it is not. . . . But I c-can't help it."
"Oh, but you're going to help it, aren't you?"
"I—I hope so."
He was silent; and presently she said: "I—the reason of it—my crying—is b-b-because I don't wish you to be unhappy."