He: “Oh, I will tell you!”
She: “Well?”
He, after a moment of agony: “Because to be with you”—
She: “Yes?”
He: “Because I wished to be with you. Because—those days in the woods, when you read, and I”—
She: “Painted on my pictures”—
He: “Were the happiest of my life. Because—I loved you!”
She: “Mr. Ransom!”
He: “Yes, I must tell you so. I loved you; I love you still. I shall always love you, no matter what”—
She: “You forget yourself, Mr. Ransom. Has there been anything in my manner—conduct—to justify you in using such language to me?”