"I—don't know. I've been miserable enough," he said, but he had to smile on her.
She was astonished that he should have no difficulty in speaking of himself, and she looked at him in this surprised consideration before she tempted him to say more.
"Why?" she asked.
"You wouldn't understand."
"I might."
"How much I wanted you."
She tapped her thimble against her teeth. "It's so absurd," she said softly.
"Eh?"
She hated him to say that, and she frowned a little as he asked, "Why is it absurd?"
"Because you don't know me at all."