I wonder--do you suppose that--in time--perhaps--you might care for me--that way ?" "I don't know." She glanced up at him fearfully, fascinated, yet repelled.

"I don't know," she repeated pitifully.

"Is it--can't you help thinking of me in that way?
Can't you be as you were ?" "No, I can no longer help it.

I don't want to help it, Eileen." "But--I wish you to," she said in a low voice.

"It is that which is coming between us.