Say so!" She gazed at the floor, convinced, but not answering.
"Do you believe I love you ?" She shook her head, eyes still on the floor.
"Tell me the truth! Look at me!" She said with an effort: "You think you care for me....

You believe you do, I suppose----" "And _you_ believe it, too! Give me my chance--take your own!" "_My_ chance ?"--with a flash of anger.
"Yes; take it, and give me mine.

I tell you, Geraldine, we are going to need each other desperately some day.

I need you now--to-morrow you'll need me more; and the day after, and after that in perilous days to follow our need will be the greater for these hours wasted--can't you understand by this time that we've nothing to hold us steady through the sort of life we're born to except--each other----" His voice suddenly broke; he dropped down on the couch beside her, imprisoning her clasped hands on her knees.

His emotion, the break in his voice, excited them both.
"Are you trying to frighten me and take me by storm ?" she demanded, forcing a smile.