I deliver MYSELF over to the unknown, in coming to you, I am without reserves or defences, stripped entirely, into the unknown.

Only there needs the pledge between us, that we will both cast off everything, cast off ourselves even, and cease to be, so that that which is perfectly ourselves can take place in us.' She pondered along her own line of thought.
'But it is because you love me, that you want me ?' she persisted.
'No it isn't.

It is because I believe in you--if I DO believe in you.' 'Aren't you sure ?' she laughed, suddenly hurt.
He was looking at her steadfastly, scarcely heeding what she said.
'Yes, I must believe in you, or else I shouldn't be here saying this,' he replied.

'But that is all the proof I have.

I don't feel any very strong belief at this particular moment.' She disliked him for this sudden relapse into weariness and faithlessness.
'But don't you think me good-looking ?' she persisted, in a mocking voice.
He looked at her, to see if he felt that she was good-looking.
'I don't FEEL that you're good-looking,' he said.
'Not even attractive ?' she mocked, bitingly.
He knitted his brows in sudden exasperation.
'Don't you see that it's not a question of visual appreciation in the least,' he cried.