"Is it true? Is it true?" breathed he close by her side.
"I am afraid it is," returned Nan in a whisper.
"Afraid, you darlingest girl?"
"No, no, I don't mean I am afraid, I mean—oh, what do I mean?"
"You mean that all the queer little charms have nothing to do with you and me, because you loved me, didn't you, before we even started out to come here? You did love me yesterday and the day before, didn't you, Nan?"
"And even so far back as last week," admitted Nan.
"When you wouldn't even look at me?"
"Yes."
"Why wouldn't you?"