"Yes." "Yes," he repeated.

"And the longer you have to think about it, the more scared you will get.

My dear child, what is the point of spinning it out in this fashion?
You are going through agonies of mind--for nothing.

If I gave you back your freedom, you wouldn't be any happier, would you ?" She was silent.
"Would you ?" he said again, and laid his hand upon her shoulder.
"I--don't think so," she said, faintly.
He took up her words again with magisterial emphasis.

"You don't think so.