All night long he tossed and raved, the one name on his lips being ever Louise--Louise--and all night long that woman sat there in the shadow, never moving, never speaking, with a set smile on her lips that made me long to take her by the shoulders and shake her.
"At one time he imagined himself back in his courting days, and pleaded, 'Say you love me, Louise.

I know you do.

I can read it in your eyes.
What's the use of our pretending?
We _know_ each other.

Put your white arms about me.

Let me feel your breath upon my neck.