Diana fingered her handkerchief. "D—Dick, I refuse to be released. It's too silly for w—words. Come over here."
With a great effort I didn't get up; instead I gazed at the ceiling.
"Diana," I said, "I'm disappointed in you. I'm trying to do the right thing, the noble thing, and you mustn't stand in my way. You've no right to stand in my——"
"Anyhow, I'm going to."
"You know," I said, "this puts me in a very awkward position—very awkward. Diana, you must see my point of view."
"I can't."
"You mean you won't. I had expected more of you."
Diana smiled. "I thought you considered me perfect."
"I did."