"What would Kara say if--" "I don't want Kara.

I want you," interrupted Chaldea, her breast heaving, and looking sullenly wrathful.
"Then you can't have me.

Why should you think of me in this silly way?
We were very good friends, and now you have spoiled everything.

I can never have you to sit for me again." Chaldea's lip drooped.

"Never again?
Never again ?" "No.