Now he was bottled up.
"What is it ?" she pleaded softly.
He lay perfectly still, only his eyes alive, and they full of torment.
"You know," he said at length, rather wearily--"you know--we'd better break off." It was what she dreaded.

Swiftly everything seemed to darken before her eyes.
"Why!" she murmured.

"What has happened ?" "Nothing has happened.

We only realise where we are.

It's no good--" She waited in silence, sadly, patiently.