"Will you always be doubting me?" he asked wistfully. "Can't you believe what you see?"
She crept under his arm. "It was so sudden!" she murmured. "When I am not with you my heart fails me. How can I be sure?"
He undertook to assure her with what eloquence his heart lent his tongue. The feeling was rarer than the words.
"How wonderful," said Ambrose dreamily, "for two to feel the same toward each other! I always thought that women, well, just allowed men to love them."
"You dear innocent!" she whispered. "If you knew! Women are not supposed to give anything away! It makes men draw back. It makes them insufferable."
"It makes me humble," said Ambrose.
"You boy!" she breathed.
"I'm years older than you," he said.
"Women's hearts are born old," said Colina; "men's never grow out of babyhood."
Her head was lying back on the thick of his arm.