"I was afraid you meant to have nothing more to do with me."
"Or you wished it?" she asked quickly.
He started. She had discerned the thoughts that came into his mind in his solitary walks.
"Don't be afraid. I've wished it," she added.
There was a pause; then he, not denying her charge, whispered,
"I can't wish it now—not when I'm with you."
"To have nothing more to do with you! Ah, Willie, I have nothing to do with anything but you."
A swift glance from him told her that her appeal touched him.
"What else is left me? Can I live as I am living?"
"What are we to do?" he asked. "We shall see one another sometimes now. I can't come to your house, you know. But sometimes——"