There was a clang of mistrust and almost anger in his voice. She did not answer. Her heart was too much contracted. She could not have spoken.
Seeing she was not going to reply, he continued, almost bitterly, giving himself away:
‘I can’t say it is love I have to offer - and it isn’t love I want. It is something much more impersonal and harder - and rarer.’
There was a silence, out of which she said:
‘You mean you don’t love me?’
She suffered furiously, saying that."
D. H. Lawrence