“Yes?” she said, smiling at him.
“I want you to... I'd be awfully glad one day if...”
He stopped again desperately.
“What can I do?” she said, still smiling at him. He looked so odd, standing there in the dark, silent road... his hands restless. His eyes had moved from her face and were gazing up the road.
“I would be so glad if—one day—so flattered if—you would—will—um—come for a walk, one day.” He stopped with a jerk.
She moved through the gate and looked back at him before turning up the path to the house.
“Why, of course, Mr. Perrin, I shall be delighted. Good night.”
He stood looking after her.