“I’ve expected this, and I’ve tried to be ready; but I’m not. I can’t say no, and I can’t say yes. I wouldn’t try to explain to any one else, but I think you’ll understand. Forgive me if I analyze you a little, and don’t interrupt, please.”
She passed her hand over her face slowly, a shade wearily.
“There are times when I come near loving 338 you: for what you are, not for what you are to me. You are natural, you’re strong; but you lack something I feel to be necessary to make life completely happy––the ability to forget all and enjoy the moment. I have watched you for years. It has been so in the past, and will be so in the future. Other men who see me, men born to the plane, have the quality––call it butterfly if you will––to enjoy the ‘now.’ It appeals to me––I am of their manner born.” Their eyes met and she finished slowly, “It’s injustice to you, I know; but I can’t answer––now.”
They sat a moment side by side in silence. The dancers were moving more swiftly to the sound of the Virginia reel.
Ellis reached over and took her hand, then bent and touched it softly with his lips.
“I will wait––and abide,” he said.