'Not as a brother, though? You said you didn't—in the Park.'
'I never had a brother. Suppose I said, "Take me to those places, and in time, perhaps, I might really care for you," what would you do?'
'Send you straight back to where you came from, in a cab. No, I wouldn't; I'd let you walk. But you couldn't do it, dear. And I wouldn't run the risk. You're worth waiting for till you can come without reservation.'
'Do you honestly believe that?'
'I have a hazy sort of idea that I do. Has it never struck you in that light?'
'Ye—es. I feel so wicked about it.'
'Wickeder than usual?'
'You don't know all I think. It's almost too awful to tell.'
'Never mind. You promised to tell me the truth—at least.'
'It's so ungrateful of me, but—but, though I know you care for me, and I like to have you with me, I'd—I'd even sacrifice you, if that would bring me what I want.'
'My poor little darling! I know that state of mind. It doesn't lead to good work.'
'You aren't angry? Remember, I do despise myself.'
