He stiffened himself further against her.

‘How much do you think I do?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know,’ she replied.

‘But what is your opinion?’ he asked.

There was a pause. At length, in the darkness, came her voice, hard and indifferent:

‘Very little indeed,’ she said coldly, almost flippant.

His heart went icy at the sound of her voice.

‘Why don’t I love you?’ he asked, as if admitting the truth of her accusation, yet hating her for it.

‘I don’t know why you don’t — I’ve been good to you. You were in a FEARFUL state when you came to me.’