‘No,’ he said.

‘You know you never HAVE loved me, don’t you?’

‘I don’t know what you mean by the word ‘love,’ he replied.

‘Yes, you do. You know all right that you have never loved me. Have you, do you think?’

‘No,’ he said, prompted by some barren spirit of truthfulness and obstinacy.

‘And you never WILL love me,’ she said finally, ‘will you?’

There was a diabolic coldness in her, too much to bear.

‘No,’ he said.

‘Then,’ she replied, ‘what have you against me!’