Now Who Shall Say He Loves Me Not. He Wooed Her First In An Atmosphere Of Tender And Low-Breathed Sighs; But The Pang Of Her Laugh Went Cutting Clear To The Soul Of The Enterprise; "You Beg So Pert For The Kiss You Seek It Reminds Me, John," She Said, "Of A Poodle Pet That Jumps To 'Speak' For A Crumb Or A Crust Of Bread." And Flashing Up, With The Blush That Flushed His Face Like A Tableau-Light, Came A Bitter Threat That His White Lips Hushed To A Chill, Hoarse-Voiced "Good Night!" And Again Her Laugh, Like A Knell That Tolled, And A Wide-Eyed Mock Surprise, - "Why, John," She Said, "You Have Taken Cold In The Chill Air Of Your Sighs!" And Then He Turned, And With Teeth Tight Clenched, He Told Her He Hated Her, - That His Love For Her From His Heart He Wrenched Like A Corpse From A Sepulcher. And Then She Called Him "A Ghoul All Red With The Quintessence Of Crimes" - "But I Know You Love Me Now," She Said, And Kissed Him A Hundred Times.