"Nan."
"Yes. Shall I raise your head a little?"
"No, it's all right.... About Barry, Nan."
Nan grew rigid, strung up to endure.
"And what about Barry?"
"Just that I love him. I love him very much; beyond anything in the world."
"Yes. You'd better not talk, all the same."
"Nan, do you love him too?"
Nan laughed, a queer little curt laugh in her throat.
"Rather a personal question, don't you think? Suppose, by any chance that I did? But of course I don't."