"Maybe," he said. "I want one thing or another. I allow nothing between good and evil, not so much as the breadth of a hair."
"Yes, I know," she said. "That is why I love you. For I do love you: but...."
"But you love the other fellow too?"
She laughed, and said, with a soft look in her eyes and a tender note in her voice:
"Stay!"
He was just about to give in once more when Lucien Lévy-Coeur came in: and he was welcomed with the same soft look in her eyes and the same tender note in her voice. Christophe sat for some time in silence watching Colette at her tricks: then he went away, having made up his mind to break with her. He was sick and sorry at heart. It was so stupid to grow so fond, always to be falling into the trap!