“Why, yes.”
“And are you sure of that?”
She hesitated; and when she tried to answer, her voice was a whisper—“I think so, dear.”
There was a pause. “Thyrsis,” she exclaimed, suddenly, “I would have a child!”
“No, you needn’t,” he said; and he told her what the doctor had said.
It was quite as new to her as it had been to him, and even more startling. “I see,” she said, in a low voice.
“Listen, Corydon,” he whispered, “do you think you love me at all that way?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “I never thought of such a thing.”
“Do you think you could learn to love me so?”
“How can I tell, Thyrsis? It’s so strange to me. It—it frightens me.”