“Isn’t dear enough?”
“Not now.”
“It ought to be—— What was I thinking? I was wondering: could a girl make a man whom she liked very much believe that she loved him? Would he find her out?”
“He’d find her out But liking’s almost loving sometimes.”
“I haven’t kissed you yet. I’ve only let you kiss me. Have you noticed?”
“Yes.”
“When I kiss you, Meester Deek, without your asking, you’ll know then.”
“Kiss me now.”
She shook her head. “It would be a lie.”
Once she said, “Shall we be horrid to each other one day like Horace and Fluffy?” And, when he drew her closer for answer, “I wonder why I let you do it. It’s so hard not to let you; you kiss so gently—I guess every girl loves to be loved.”