"About you," he said, and brought his feet lightly to the ground and sat up and stretched himself.
"What about me?" she asked curiously.
"I am wondering if you will miss me very much when I am gone," he said, and slid slowly along the chair until he sat behind her, where he could just see her rounded profile as she turned her face away from him.
"Oh, yes, awfully! I wish, I do wish you were not going!" She was looking very hard at the flower beds now.
"So do I, Miss Katharine. It has been quite delightful; I shall never forget your sweet care of me. But you will soon forget all about me. And besides, there is Ted."
"What has that got to do with it?" she asked swiftly.
"Oh, nothing, surely! It was merely an inconsequent reflection on my part."
There was a pause for a few moments.
"Talk," he said suddenly, and put his hand gently against her cheek. It warmed under his touch, and he heard the tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"I—I can't talk. Oh, please don't!"