“Hush! Yes?”
“Do you know why I am come?”
“Hush!—no.”
“I thought—from your note—that you didn't care to see me again. I thought-being away like that—that you found you didn't-love me after all. Oh, I was tortured, Margaret. Oh—!”
“Hush! Listen!”
“Damn!” said Bill.
The blessed damosel poked her beautiful head again into the night. “It's all right. I thought I heard a sound. We must be careful.”
“Oh, Margaret, I was tortured—racked. I had to come to you. Tell me I was wrong in thinking—”
“Oh, Bill, Bill, I—”
This girl was well-nigh in a swoon of delicious excitement. Emotion took her and must be gulped ere she found voice. She stretched her arms down towards him.