There she walked unknown to him, though they had been through such experience together.
"But you know ME pretty well," he said.
She did not answer.
"Did you know Baxter as well as you know me ?" he asked.
"He wouldn't let me," she said.
"And I have let you know me ?" "It's what men WON'T let you do.

They won't let you get really near to them," she said.
"And haven't I let you ?" "Yes," she answered slowly; "but you've never come near to me.

You can't come out of yourself, you can't.

Baxter could do that better than you." He walked on pondering.

He was angry with her for preferring Baxter to him.
"You begin to value Baxter now you've not got him," he said.
"No; I can only see where he was different from you." But he felt she had a grudge against him.
One evening, as they were coming home over the fields, she startled him by asking: "Do you think it's worth it--the--the sex part ?" "The act of loving, itself ?" "Yes; is it worth anything to you ?" "But how can you separate it ?" he said.