It was so difficult.
"Not now," she said.
His hopes and his heart sunk.

A dreariness came over him.
"No," he said.
His clasp of her slackened.
"I love to feel your arm THERE!" she said, pressing his arm against her back, where it went round her waist.

"It rests me so." He tightened the pressure of his arm upon the small of her back to rest her.
"We belong to each other," he said.
"Yes." "Then why shouldn't we belong to each other altogether ?" "But--" she faltered.
"I know it's a lot to ask," he said; "but there's not much risk for you really--not in the Gretchen way.

You can trust me there ?" "Oh, I can trust you." The answer came quick and strong.

"It's not that--it's not that at all--but--" "What ?" She hid her face in his neck with a little cry of misery.
"I don't know!" she cried.
She seemed slightly hysterical, but with a sort of horror.