Helen drew a long breath and turned slightly paler.
“I must tell you what it means to me to be near you.”
Helen kept her eyes turned from him. “I don’t understand you,” she said, quietly.
West let his hand rest on her arm. “You don’t understand?”
Helen turned and faced him. “No,” she replied, coldly.
“Do you mean that you haven’t understood all along how I felt toward you?” For a moment they faced each other in silence.
“Please take your hand off my arm,” said Helen.
“Why don’t you answer?” West insisted.
Helen drew her arm away.
“Because, as I have told you before, there are some things that are better not said.”