“Why suppose that?”
“Because I do most people.”
“In my case there’s no reason for supposing that. I oughtn’t to have mentioned it.”
“Oh yes, you ought. You felt it, though you didn’t know it. It’s unfortunate for a girl always to impress people as tragic, don’t you think? Men like us to be young. You’re so young yourself—that’s your hobby, according to Nan.—But if you want to know, you yourself made me think of something not quite happy—that’s what kept me so quiet on the way up.”
“I thought I’d done something amiss—that perhaps you were offended with me for the informal way in which I introduced myself.”
She gave him no assurance that she had not been offended.
“Here’s what you made me think,” she said:
“She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,