QUOTE : Are you ready?” he whispered. <br />“Yes.” I made my voice as stiff as I could. <br />“For God’s sake, I’m sorry. Can’t you forgive me?” <br />“No,” I said. <br />If I counted to ten, I could avoid getting angry. He gripped me tighter about the waist and pressed me as close as he might dare while we danced. We applauded the musicians when the waltz ended. <br />“I don’t imagine that you want any refreshment,” Magnus muttered. <br />“No.” <br />“I must say, it’s staggeringly mature of you to answer me with one word at all times. ‘Do you agree, Miss Howel, with Plato’s concept of knowledge as recollection?’ Yes. ‘And how would you go about describing it?’ No. ‘What is your favorite color?’ Maybe.