"I can't be sure. I half think not."
"Yet I half wish he would. I should find it strange and a little difficult, but he couldn't be harsh with me. I think it might do good if he came to see me—in a day or two."
"On what terms have you always been with him? How does he behave to you?"
"Oh, you know him. He still looks upon me rather too much as a child, and he seems to have a pleasure in saying odd, half-rude things; but we are excellent friends—or have been. Such a delightful day as we had at Baiae! I have always liked him."
"At Baiae? You didn't go alone with him?"
"No; Miriam was there and Mr. Spence. We found him dreaming at Pozzuoli, and carried him off in the boat with us."
"He never thought much of me, and now he hates me."
"No; that is impossible."
"If you had heard him speaking to me last night, you would think differently. He makes it a crime that I should love you."
"I don't understand it."