'Do you know what your sister said to me the other day?' I asked, busily picking. 'She said she has a great opinion of discretion.'
'Yes,' said Dolly. 'But I haven't.'
'And I haven't either,' I was forced to admit.
'Well then,' said Dolly.
I straightened myself, and we looked at each other. Her eyes have a kind of sweet radiance. Siegfried must have been pleased when he saw her coming down the sheet into his arms.
'You mustn't tell me anything you don't quite want to,' said Dolly, her sweet eyes smiling, 'but I couldn't see you looking so unhappy and not come and—well, stroke you.'
'There isn't anything to tell,' I said, comforted by the mere idea of being stroked.
'Yes there is.'
'Not really. It's only that once—oh well, what's the good? I don't want to think of it—I want to forget.'
Dolly nodded. 'Yes,' she said. 'Yes.'