When she raised it, there was a blush upon her cheeks, but her eyes had not the glance he had anticipated.
"No!" she said.
He did not reply, because he could not comprehend.

He looked at her, astonished, and she broke forth recklessly: "I love you so, Grant! I love you so! I want you, just you, and no one else.

Are we not happy as we are?
Are you not satisfied with me, just me?
You are like all men! You are selfish! You--oh, love! You love me so--I know that--but you think of me--it seems so, anyhow--as but part of a scheme of life, of the life which will make you happy.
My love, my husband! why need it be that way?
Why am I not enough?
Why may we not be one, just one, and be that way?
I want nothing more.
Why should you?
Are we not all our own world?
I will be everything to you.

Oh, Grant!" And she ceased, sobbingly.
The man said nothing.

He could not understand at first; then came upon him, gradually, a comprehension of how different had been their dreams in some ways.