As they walked along, he said: "You don't feel criminal, do you ?" She looked at him with startled grey eyes.
"Criminal!" she said.

"No." "But you seem to feel you have done a wrong ?" "No," she said.

"I only think, 'If they knew!'" "If they knew, they'd cease to understand.

As it is, they do understand, and they like it.

What do they matter?
Here, with only the trees and me, you don't feel not the least bit wrong, do you ?" He took her by the arm, held her facing him, holding her eyes with his.
Something fretted him.
"Not sinners, are we ?" he said, with an uneasy little frown.
"No," she replied.
He kissed her, laughing.
"You like your little bit of guiltiness, I believe," he said.