I'm seeing too much of you.' She was silent.
'You see, Mrs Ottley, seeing a great deal of you is very entrancing, but it's dangerous.' 'In what way ?' 'Well--your society--you see one gets to feel one can't do without it, do you see ?' 'But why should you do without it ?' He looked at her.

'You mean there's no reason why we shouldn't keep on going to plays with Bruce, dining with Bruce, being always with Bruce ?' (Bruce and Aylmer had become so intimate that they called each other by their Christian names.) 'Don't you see, it makes one sometimes feel one wants more and more of you--of your society I mean.

One could talk better alone.' 'But you can come and see me sometimes, can't you ?' 'Yes; that's the worst of all,' he answered, with emphasis.
'Oh.' Aylmer spoke decidedly: 'I'm not a man who could ever be a tame cat.
And also I'm not, I hope, a man who--who would dare to think, or even wish, to spoil--to--' 'And is that really why you're going ?' she asked gently.
'You're forcing me to answer you.' 'And shall you soon forget all about it ?' He changed his position and sat next to her on the sofa.
'And so you won't miss me a bit,' he said caressingly.

'You wouldn't care if you never saw me again, would you ?' 'Yes, I should care.

Why, you know we're awfully good friends; I like you immensely.' 'As much as Vincy ?' 'Oh! So differently.' 'I'm glad of that, at any rate!' There was an embarrassed pause.
'So this is really the last time I'm to see you for ages, Mrs Ottley ?' 'But aren't we all going to the theatre tomorrow?
With you, I mean?
Bruce said so.' 'Oh yes.