“There, it is all so impossible! And you don’t understand.”
He spoke gently, almost humbly.
“Why is it impossible? What is it that I don’t understand?”
“Oh, dear man, must I show you everything? This is why it is impossible.”
Her arms went out and were round his neck. Her mouth was close to his. In the taking of a breath she had kissed him, and he had returned the kiss, and his arms were round her.
“Jim, don’t you understand now? I care too much. That is why it is impossible.”
CHAPTER XIX
AN HOUR IN THE FIR WOODS
The warm scent of the fir woods was about them, and a darkness that made their very thoughts seem secret and secure. They were the lovers of some ancient tale wandering in an old forest of enchantments, seeing each other’s faces pale and yearning in the dim light under the trees.