“You’ve been gone weeks!”
He leaned forward and seized her hand again.
“Was it so long?” he questioned softly.
“You know that I only saw my cousin just that one evening!” she had the face to say complainingly.
“Yes,” he said sympathetically; “he is so nice, your cousin. I have learned to like him so very much; we have really great pleasure together. But,” he added, “I did not come back to talk of him.”
“Why did you come back?” she asked, freeing herself and pushing her chair away.
He smiled upon her.
“You ask?” he said, in amusement; “shall I say that it was to see you?”
“I hope that you did not return on my account.”
He paused, twisting his moustache; then started a little and said: