"You and I?"
"Yes. I once thought we never should be."
"Cary, some day I mean to tell you a thing about myself that is not to my credit, and consequently will not please you."
"Ah, don't! I cannot bear to think ill of you."
"And I cannot bear that you should think better of me than I deserve."
"Well, but I half know your 'thing;' indeed, I believe I know all about it."
"You do not."
"I believe I do."
"Whom does it concern besides me?"
She coloured; she hesitated; she was silent.