"On the other hand, I shall become a persistent and accomplished hypocrite. You'll never know how I grind the faces of the poor at the bank, nor my inmost thoughts when Frank drops half his food on my best waistcoat." "You're outrageous. Please stop, Grantley." "All right. I'll talk about something else." "I think I'd better find Christine. No, wait a minute. If you're going to do all these fine things, what have you planned for me?" "Nothing. You've just to go on being what you can't help being--the most adorable woman in England." "I don't know what you mean to do, but what you are doing is----" "Making love to you," interposed Grantley. "Yes, and in the most unblushing way." "I'm doing the love-making, and you're doing the----" "Stop!" she commanded, with a hasty merry glance of protest. "You ought to be used to it. I've been doing it for a month now," he complained. Sibylla made no answer, and Grantley lit a cigarette. When she spoke again she was grave and her voice was low. "Don't make love to me. I'm afraid to love you. You know what I did before because I loved you. I should do it again, I'm afraid. I haven't learnt the lesson." "Are you refusing the only way there is of learning it? How have I learnt all the fine lessons that I've been telling you?" "I've not learnt the lesson. I still ask too much." "If I give all I have, it'll seem enough to you. You'll know it's all now, and it'll seem enough. All there is is enough--even for you, isn't it?" "You didn't give me all there was before." "I had a theory," said Grantley. "I'm not going to have any more theories." She turned to him suddenly. "Oh, you mustn't ask--you mustn't stand there asking! That's wrong, that's unworthy of you. I mustn't let you do that." "That was the theory," Grantley said with a smile. "That was just my theory. I'm always going to ask for what I want now. It's really the best way." "We're friends, Grantley?" she said imploringly. "Is that all there is? Would it seem to you enough?" "And we've Frank. You do love him now, you know." "In and through you." She made no answer again. He stood with his eyes fixed on her for some moments. Then he took the telegram gently from her hand and went into the house with it, to seek Christine Fanshaw.