"I don't know. He sways me. But—I don't think I'm in love with him, as you mean it."
"Yet you——"
"Yet I came here with him. Does that seem so terrible to you?" She spoke in a tone of half-tender mockery.
"I can't understand it, except on the ground that you love him."
"Because you don't understand me. And there are twenty-one different definitions of love."
"Do you understand yourself?"
"Yes; I do," she asserted thoughtfully and boldly. "And I'm not afraid to accept myself as I am. I don't shut my eyes to the picture just because it's my own. I'm not a sneak."
"No. You're not that."
"And if I take the chances I'm ready to face the consequences," she said without defiance, but as one who enunciates a principle of life.
"The consequences? Of this?"