“I said that only a week ago, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t mean it?”
She tore herself from him almost violently.
“Oh, I utterly despise myself.”
“But why? Why?”
She looked for a long while into his pleasant clear blue eyes, as though she sought to read his very heart.
“I wonder if you really care for me?”
“I love you with all my being,” he cried, eagerly, finding in his ardent love a new eloquence. “You are all I care for in the world. You’re my very life. Ah, yes, I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Winnie did not answer immediately, but smiled happily. When she spoke there was in her voice the tremor of tears.
“I think I like to hear you say that.”