“It is a pitiable sight to see a big eloquent man stammer and do silly things isn’t it?”
“Please give me your answer,” he cried still trembling.
“Oh! it’s not so serious as all that!” she said with dancing eyes.
“I’m in the dust at your feet.”
“You mean in the sand. Did you know that you dug a hole in that sand deep enough to bury me in? I thought once you were meditating murder by the expression on your face.”
“Please give me one earnest look from your eyes,” he pleaded.
“You’re a terrible disappointment,” she answered leaning back and putting her hands behind her head thoughtfully.
His heart stood still at this unexpected speech.
“How?” he slowly asked, looking down at the sand again.
“Because,” she said in her old tantalising tone, “I expected so much of you.”