"But—I didn't."
"'Twasn't necessary," he said briefly.
She looked up at him with a little surprised twinkle and rocked gently.
He was leaning forward, an arm resting on either knee, his hands hanging relaxed between the knees. He was lost in thought.
She stole a glance at the preoccupied face—and opened her lips—and closed them and went on rocking.
He had put the tips of his fingers together and was swinging them a little and whistling softly. He looked at her.
"Jane——"
"What!" It was almost a jump.
He smiled a little. The whistle had ceased.