“Did you think I had drowned myself?” asked she with a pretty sauciness which enthralled him.
“I—I don’t know what I thought.”
“What has brought you back here?”
He looked at her, hesitated, and then stammered out,—
“Y-y-you, chiefly, I think.”
“Thank you. But—I don’t understand how I can have had anything to do with it.”
“Did you get my letter?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t answer it. Yet you half-promised—”
“To answer you if you wrote? I don’t remember doing that.”