'Perhaps.'

'You do not seem sure. I wish you would explain yourself, as you
promised to do!'

'Then you must not interrupt me at every word.'

'Was I interrupting? I thought my questions might help you. Go on.'

'I only mean to say that I never heard of a woman who wanted an
explanation of her feelings when she was in love. And then I wondered
whether your love was like mine, and as I am very sure, I supposed that
if you felt differently you could not be so sure as I. That is all. Why
are you so angry?'

'You know very well why I am angry. That is only an excuse.'

'If you are going to argue in that way--' Greif shrugged his shoulders
and said nothing more. Hilda seemed to be collecting her thoughts.

'You evidently doubt me,' she said at last, speaking quietly. 'It is
the first time. You have tried to defend your question, and you have
not succeeded. All that you can tell me is that I am different from
other women with whom you have talked. I know that as well as you do,
though I have never seen them. It is quite possible that the difference
may come from my education, or want of education. In that case, if you
are going to be ashamed of me, when I am your wife, because I know less
than the girls you have seen in towns and such places--why then, go
away and marry one of them. She will feel as you expect her to feel,
and you will be satisfied.'