“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” she said, with a contented sigh, and leaning up against him.
“Nan, you distract me!” he exclaimed, “I say that it is for all our lives, and you murmur with pleasure, as though the whole thing were thereby settled. In the meantime I am neither one thing nor the other; I am neither your friend, nor your husband, nor your lover.”
“Oh, but you are surely....”
“Well, what am I? I wish I knew!”
“My lover,” she said in a low voice.
“Nan, don’t hang your head so; for pity’s sake don’t; you are too charming when you do it. No, I am not your lover ... worse luck....”
“But you do love me, don’t you?”
“Good God, do you doubt it?”
“Well, you never say so. You never said it. Silas had to say it for you.”
“But I’ve said so since.”