“I am so sorry!” she answered—“the sofa, I suppose——”
“Yes, the sofa,” said Hamilton.
“I wish,” she said, coming toward the door, “I wish I could resign this room to you, but——”
“There is no necessity; give me some of the pillows which you do not want, and I shall be quite comfortable.”
“How stupid of me not to have thought of that before!” she exclaimed, opening the door. “When you were absent I could have arranged everything, but the fact is, I have been for the last two hours thinking—really thinking, more than I have ever done in my life!”
“So have I,” said Hamilton, quite overlooking the pillows she was collecting for him. “Suppose we compare thoughts?”
“Not now, to-morrow.”
“Now, now; this very instant,” he said, seating himself on the sofa, and motioning to her to take the place beside him. She shook her head, and continued standing.
“What on earth do you mean by this reserve—this unusual prudery?” he continued, moving towards the side against which she was leaning.
“Nothing,” she said, drawing back, “I only think it would be better to defer anything you wish to speak about until to-morrow, it is so late—so very late.”