"If you cared for me," she said, "you'd ask her."
"Then Louise was right. You ain't happy."
"I was till she said that. I'm not now, knowing that everybody is sorry for me."
"Just because Louise is doesn't prove that everybody is."
"Well, she least of all I like feeling sorry for me. Besides I don't see why we shouldn't be married when Helen makes it plain that she doesn't love you."
"Now, Lillian, I wouldn't say that. Helen is different, you know. She loves me all right, but she ain't the kind to fall all over a person. I'm sure she loves me, that's why I know she won't give me up."
"Well, if you cared for me, you'd at least try."
"All right, I will, Lillian, the next time I see her. I'll fool around with the subject and see how she takes it."
"Why wait, Hubert? Look, put on your shoes now and go home. Spend tomorrow with her and speak up."
"Oh, Lillian!"
"All right, don't do it. Don't ask her at all. And thanks for letting me see how crazy you are about me."
For answer Hubert leaned over and pulled on his shoes. He smoothed down his hair with his hands and clapped his cap on to indicate that he was going to do as she had asked.
"Are you really going?" Lillian asked him.
"Yep. I'll ask her. I don't think it will do much good but I'll ask her."
"Well, it can't hurt to try."
"I don't suppose so."
