He can’t know how the key of a logical argument will fumble forever at the locked safe-door of a woman’s mind that could just fly open to the cipher spelt “Appreciation.”
—“Rather a little brick.”
So he did think me capable of that?
I was glad of the dark under the copper-beech. For I didn’t want my employer to see that his words had any sort of effect on me. Four words ought not, certainly, to be enough to threaten to bring one’s flag down with a run ... or even to flush one’s cheeks with that sudden warmth—of surprise. I didn’t mean to hesitate——
But there was a moment’s silence before I could think what to say. I was glad he was standing right away from me....
Just at that, he came and sat down beside me on the garden-seat.
“Well?” he said expectantly.
“M-m—very well,” I heard myself say with a little sigh.
“You mean that you will?”—quickly. “That it’s peace between us?”
“Yes—” reluctantly, from me.