"I do love you," he repeated. "If you mean that I am not apt at telling you so, it is true, I know. My mind is running on other things."
"Yes," she said; "your mind is running on other things."
"But I do love you. If you cannot love me, it is a great misfortune to us both. But we need not therefore be disgraced. As for that other thing of which you spoke,--of our having, as yet, no child"--and in saying this he pressed her somewhat closer with his arm--"you allow yourself to think too much of it;--much more of it than I do. I have made no complaints on that head, even within my own breast."
"I know what your thoughts are, Plantagenet."

"I do love you," he repeated. "If you mean that I am not apt at telling you so, it is true, I know. My mind is running on other things."
"Yes," she said; "your mind is running on other things."
"But I do love you. If you cannot love me, it is a great misfortune to us both. But we need not therefore be disgraced. As for that other thing - our having, as yet, no child" - and in saying this he pressed her somewhat closer with his arm - "you allow yourself to think too much of it; much more of it than I do. I have made no complaints on that head, even to myself."
"I know what your thoughts are, Plantagenet."
