‘Would you like to know the whole truth?’
It was a very cold night, and a keen wind swept the platform; but Jessica, though indifferently clad, felt no discomfort from this cause. Yet she pressed closer to her companion, so that her cheek all but touched his shoulder.
‘Of course I should,’ Barmby answered. ‘Is there any mystery?’
‘I oughtn’t to tell.’
‘Then you had better not. But why did you begin?’
‘You ought to know.’
‘Why ought I to know?’
‘Because you—.’ She broke off. A sudden chill made her teeth chatter.
‘Well—why?’ asked Samuel, with impatience.
‘Are you—are you in love with her?’