"And--I can guess who has been talking to you." "Why should I not listen?
It is true, is it not ?" She looks up at him.

She seems tremulously anxious for the answer.
"You want me to deny it then ?" "Oh, no, _no_!" she throws out one hand with a little gesture of mingled anger and regret.

"Do you think I want you to _lie_ to me?
There I am wrong.

After all," with a half smile, sadder than most sad smiles because of the youth and sweetness of it, "I do not blame you.

I _am_ a trouble, I suppose, and all troubles are hateful.