"Dearest, do tell me what is the matter," I said, drawing her close up to me and kissing her white lips.
"Don't let us make ourselves miserable for nothing, like stupid people one reads about. Life has everything in it for us. Let us be happy in it and enjoy it."
Viola burst into a storm of tears against my neck and sobbed in a heart-breaking way for some minutes.
"Is it that you have ceased to love me, that you feel your own passion is over?" I asked gently.
"No, certainly not that."
"Is it that you think I want to, or ought to be free from you?"
"No, not that."
"Well, tell me what it is."
"I can't. I think we shall be happy again, after the year, if you let me come back to you."
I felt my anger grow up again.