"You know what has happened," she answered. "It is no wonder that I am sad."
"I do not understand you, dear. Tell me what it is."
"I told you too much yesterday—"
"Too much?"
"Far too much."
"Are you going to unsay it?"
"How can I?"
She turned her face away and her fingers played nervously with her laces.
"No—indeed, neither of us can unsay such words," said Orsino. "But I do not understand you yet, darling. You must tell me what you mean to-day."
"You know it all. It is because you will not understand—"