"You mustn't," she said. "You're not well enough."
"Yes, I am.
Come on."
"No.
You're not strong enough."
"Yes.
I am.
Yes. Please."
"You do love me?"
"I really love you.
I'm crazy about you.
Come on please."
"Feel our hearts beating."
"I don't care about our hearts.
I want you.
I'm just mad about you."
"You really love me?"
"Don't keep on saying that.
Come on.
Please.
Please, Catherine."
"All right but only for a minute."
"All right," I said. "Shut the door."
"You can't.
You shouldn't."
"Come on.
Don't talk.
Please come on."
Catherine sat in a chair by the bed.
The door was open into the hall.
The wildness was gone and I felt finer than I had ever felt.
She asked,
"Now do you believe I love you?"
"Oh, you're lovely," I said. "You've got to stay.
They can't send you away.
I'm crazy in love with you."
"We'll have to be awfully careful.
That was just madness.
We can't do that."
"We can at night."
"We'll have to be awfully careful.
You'll have to be careful in front of other people."
"I will."
"You'll have to be.
You're sweet.
You do love me, don't you?"
"Don't say that again.
You don't know what that does to me."
"I'll be careful then.
I don't want to do anything more to you.