“Why, you know everything,” she said proudly. “Of course you know. And please tell me, because I get so puzzled when I have to settle things for myself—”
Suddenly he caught her hands.
“You told no one what you were going to say to me?”
“There was no one I could quite ask,” she replied drearily. “I thought granny would be too old.”
Teresa’s name she did not mention. Why not? he wondered guiltily.
“And so it is you who must tell me. Have you forgotten what it is?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” he stammered, hot with shame. “If I don’t love you as much as I should, Sylvia, I—I think we should get along all right. I’d do my best.”
“Oh! of course you would.” She looked away. “I suppose people can’t always help making those mistakes, can they? How funny it is they should!”
She sighed, trying to smile.
“And there is something else to ask you.”