That's the truth you owe me.

If after--after we parted in that dreadful way, I had gone back, had thrown up everything, had said to you, "Come with me ANYWHERE, let us be all in all to each other--on the slopes of the Andes, on an island in the South Seas--you would have come ?"' 'I always told you,' she said with her puzzling smile, 'that the slopes of the Andes appealed to me.' 'Peru would have been more picturesque than this, anyway.

Is that all I can get out of you--that grudging admission?
Well, never mind, I am satisfied.

You have owned up to enough.

I won't tease you now for more admissions.' 'I have admitted too much,' she said gloomily.