"I do!" Olga declared fiercely, even as her voice was choking with emotion. "I do love him!" "You love Noel -- more than me?" Max took her by the shoulders, and turned her face toward his when she shied away. "You think you can be happy with him?" She quivered in his hold. "You ask such -- impossible things," she said. "They are only impossible," Max said, his face nearing hers, "because you are afraid to tell me the truth. You are afraid to tell me that you are sacrificing yourself. You are afraid to be honest -- even with yourself."