"Good God, Sylvia, what are you doing to me ?" "Destroying your faith in me." "You can't! I love you!" She gave a little gasp: "The rumour _is_ true," she said.
He reeled to his feet; she sat looking up at him, white, silent hands twisted on her lap.
"Now you know," she managed to say.

"Why don't you go?
If you've any self-respect, you'll go.

I've told you what I am; do you want me to speak more plainly ?" "Yes," he said between his teeth.
"Very well; what do you wish to know ?" "Only one thing....

Do you--care for him ?" She sat, minute after minute, head bent, thinking, thinking.

He never moved a muscle; and at last she lifted her head.
"No," she said.
"Could you care for--me ?" She made a gesture as though to check him, half rose, fell back, sat swaying a moment, and suddenly tumbled over sideways, lying a white heap on the rug at his feet..