"I do love you," she repeated.
"And Evan?"
"That is different. It is horrible to have to talk this way to you.
Besides, I don't know. I can't make up my mind what is in my heart."
"Love? Or amorous adventure? It must be one or the other."
She shook her head.
"Can't you understand?" she asked. "That I don't understand? You see,
I am a woman. I have never sown any wild oats. And now that all this
has happened, I don't know what to make of it. Shaw and the rest must
be right. Women are hunting animals. You are both big game. I can't
help it. It is a challenge to me. And I find I am a puzzle to myself.
All my concepts have been toppled over by my conduct. I want you. I
want Evan. I want both of you. It is not amorous adventure, oh believe
me. And if by any chance it is, and I do not know it--no, it isn't, I
know it isn't."
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