He went on:
"… and I yours."
She smiled:
"But you are mine, my dear."
"You know what I mean."
She was a little unhappy: but she took his hands and looked at him frankly:
"No, my dear," she said tenderly.
He could not speak. She saw that he was hurt.
"Forgive me. I have hurt you. I knew that you would say that to me. We must speak out frankly and in all truth, like good friends."
"Friends," he said sadly. "Nothing more?"