"No," she said, "I can't."
"Kiss me!"
"No!"
He drew her to him and turned her face up by her chin in spite of her. "Open your eyes," he pleaded. "Oh, God! That this should come to me! Now I could die. Life can hold no more. Oh, Flower Face! Oh, Silver Feet! Oh, Myrtle Bloom! Divine Fire! How perfect you are. How perfect! And to think you love me!"
He kissed her eagerly.
"Kiss me, Suzanne. Tell me that you love me. Tell me. Oh, how I love that name, Suzanne. Whisper to me you love me."
"No."
"But you do."
"No."
"Look at me, Suzanne. Flower face. Myrtle Bloom. For God's sake, look at me! You love me."