"Wait! Wait!" she exclaimed. "Perhaps you won't say that when you have heard me."
"What could you tell me now that would surprise me? Haven't we told each other everything, after being together for so many days?"
"So far as I'm concerned, I've scarcely said anything but Amen," said Annette, laughing. "You do all the talking."
"Oh! the bad girl!" exclaimed Roger. "Isn't it you that I talk about?"
"Yes, it's about me, too. And you even speak for me."
"You think that I talk too much?" asked Roger innocently.
Annette bit her lips.
"No, no, my dear Roger, I love it when you talk. But when you talk about me, I just listen to you; and it is so beautiful, so beautiful that I say, 'So be it!' But it's not true."
"You are the first woman to complain of her picture being beautiful."
"I should prefer it to be me. It's not a beautiful picture that you are going to hang up in your family home, Roger. I am a living woman, who has her desires, her passions, and her thoughts. Are you sure that she can come into your home with all her baggage?"