"Let me take a turn," I said.
I took the handle of the wheel from him and began to work. He sat down on the wool-sack that I had left. And even as we changed places something else changed between us.
He realized it, as I did.
"We shall be friends now," he said very quickly and gently.
"Yes," I nodded.
"They say—your dear 'They'!—that there's no such thing as Platonic friendship. Here's the one exception," he told me. "Where all the Love goes elsewhere. You know you think I'm utterly unattractive. But you want to listen to me. As a matter of fact, you'll never talk to a fiancé, Miss Matthews, as freely as you'll talk to me."
"Never," I agreed.
"Nor shall I ever jaw like this, to Elizabeth." ... He broke off and said affectionately, "You're such a pal to her!"
"She is to me."
"I know," he said. "I knew it before I saw you two girls. It spoke out of her letters to me from the flat. You know, when I got her letters, I—er—wanted to see her!"