‘You couldn’t stop, could you? Oh, Frances, say you couldn’t. I think I’d die! I love you so much.’ ‘And I love you. But we say it, and what does it mean?’ ‘You know what it means. You know. Why do you even have to ask me?’ ‘Sometimes I think we’ve a sort of delirium.’ ‘It’s the rest of the world that has that. We’ll just have to be more careful. It doesn’t matter what time of the day we see each other, does it? What does the time matter? It doesn’t matter that it’s in secret; that just makes it more special, more ours.’
