"I don't think we need consider
that," she said.
"Why not?" said Burke.
"I could never be in love with anyone again," she said, her voice
very low.
"Quite sure?" said Burke.
Something in his tone made her look up sharply. His eyes were
intently and critically upon her, but the glow had gone out of
them. They told her nothing.
"Do you think we need discuss this subject?" she asked him uneasily.
"Not if you prefer to shirk it," he said. She flushed a little.
"But I don't shirk. I'm not that sort."
"No," he said. "I don't think you are. You may be frightened, but
you won't run away."
"But I'm not frightened," she asserted boldly, looking him squarely
in the face. "We are friends, you and I. And--we are going to
trust each other. Being married isn't going to make any difference
to us. It was just a matter of convenience and--we are going to
forget it."
She paused. Burke's face had not altered. He was looking back at
her with perfectly steady eyes.
"Very simple in theory," he said. "Won't you finish?"
"That's all," she said lightly. "Except--if you really want to
kiss me now and then--you can do so. Only don't be silly about it!"
Burke's quick movement of surprise told her that this was
unexpected. The two horses had recovered their wind and begun to
nibble at one another.
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