"Do—you—love me, Jane?"
She looked at him indignantly. "Whatever put such an idea into your head!"
"It isn't there—I wish it were!"
He was looking at her quietly and at something flooding up under her cap.
"I wonder—if you do?" He was swinging the finger-tips thoughtfully, as if they balanced it for him, and his eyes did not leave her face.
"Jane——"
She looked at him meekly, a flitting glance—and then away.
"Don't you love me?"
"Yes." She drew in the word with a quick breath and got up abruptly. She went straight across the room to her desk—and stopped.