Do you want me to forget all this and go on as before?
I can, of course, if you can, you know." He knew that she loved him, wanted him.
She heard him plainly enough, shaking.
"Do you ?" he said, after a time, giving her moments in which to recover.
"Oh, let me cry!" she recovered herself sufficiently to say, quite wildly.

"I don't know why I'm crying.

It's just because I'm nervous, I suppose.

Please don't mind me now." "Antoinette," he repeated, "look at me! Will you stop ?" "Oh no, not now.

My eyes are so bad." "Antoinette! Come, look!" He put his hand under her chin.