"Of course I do!"

"You don't love me."

"I am awfully fond of you," he assured her, "and I don't love any one
else."

She shook her head.

"It isn't enough, Nigel," she declared, "and, strange to say, it's
exactly how I feel about you."

"I don't see why it shouldn't be enough," he argued. "Perhaps we have
too much common sense for these violent feelings."

"It may be that," she admitted doubtfully. "On the other hand, don't
let's run any risk. I should hate to find an affinity, and all that sort
of thing, after marriage--divorce in these days is such shocking bad
form. Besides, honestly, Nigel, I don't feel frivolous enough to think
about marriage just now. I have the feeling that even while the clock is
ticking we are moving on to terrible things. I can't tell you quite what
it is. I carried my life in my hands during those last few days abroad.
I dare say this is the reaction."

He smiled reassuringly.

"After all, you are safe at home now, dear," he reminded her, "and I
really am very fond of you, Maggie."