"What's the matter?"
"Did you ever wish—before—after I told you that Rogie was coming—that—that—I—that some way——?"
"What on earth are you talking about," Roger asked after a pause in which he waited bewildered for Anne to finish.
Anne moistened her lips. "Did you ever feel—like—suggesting—that—I——?"
She could not say it. Roger frowned and then understanding came to him.
"What are you trying to say, Anne? Do you mean did I ever wish that you wouldn't go on with it?"
Anne nodded.
Roger rose and put both hands on her shoulders.
"What's the matter with you, Anne? No, of course I didn't."
"Not—once, not even once—the least wish——"