"You are not angry with me for asking ?" "No, I am not angry," he replied.

"It isn't that.

But you must know--you must see!" Then she indeed did see that he was laboring under a very great emotion.
She leaned towards him, laughing softly.
"Now you are really becoming interesting," she murmured.

"Tell me--tell me all about it." "I don't know what love is!" Tavernake declared fiercely.

"I don't know what it means to be in love!" Again she laughed in his face.
"Are you so sure ?" she whispered.
She saw the veins stand out upon his temples, watched the passion which kept him at first tongue-tied.
"Sure!" he muttered.