"Why shouldn't it?"

"Because--You don't understand, Charlotte--if I know a woman wants me, it
makes me loathe her."

"It wouldn't, if you wanted _her_."

"That would be worse. I should _hate_ her then if she made me go to her."

"You don't know."

"Oh, don't I!"

"You can't, if you feel like that about it."

"You say you feel like that about it yourself."

"That's because I've been through it."

"Do you suppose," he said, "I haven't?"




BOOK TWO

JOHN RODEN CONWAY