She was aware that it was a pleasant room, full of light and very restful in its form--aware also of a fuchsia tree, with dangling scarlet and purple flowers.
'How nice the fuchsias are!' she said, to break the silence.
'Aren't they! Did you think I had forgotten what I said ?' A swoon went over Ursula's mind.
'I don't want you to remember it--if you don't want to,' she struggled to say, through the dark mist that covered her.
There was silence for some moments.
'No,' he said.

'It isn't that.

Only--if we are going to know each other, we must pledge ourselves for ever.

If we are going to make a relationship, even of friendship, there must be something final and infallible about it.' There was a clang of mistrust and almost anger in his voice.

She did not answer.