‘But why?’ she insisted. ‘Why should you hanker after other people? Why should you need them?’

This hit him right on the quick. His brows knitted.

‘Does it end with just our two selves?’ he asked, tense.

‘Yes — what more do you want? If anybody likes to come along, let them. But why must you run after them?’

His face was tense and unsatisfied.

‘You see,’ he said, ‘I always imagine our being really happy with some few other people — a little freedom with people.’

She pondered for a moment.

‘Yes, one does want that. But it must HAPPEN. You can’t