“Oh, Bill, I thought so, too.”
A steely pang struck at his heart. “You thought you didn't love me after all?”
“No, no, no.”
Emotion dragged her from the window to her waist. Her long hair cascaded down to him so that the delicious tips, kissing his face, might by his lips be kissed.
“No, no,” she breathed; “I thought the same of you. I thought you might have found—”
“Yes?”
“Hush!”
“Damn!” said Bill.
She reappeared; again her tresses trickled to him. “It's all right. I thought you might have found you didn't love me after all. Dearest, not hearing from you—”
In sympathy of spirit Bill groaned: “What could I do?”