“It is very odd,” he said, “but nothing except blue and that particular shade of blue would have harmonised.”
“I should have said green or pink.”
“They would surely have clashed. If you can't melt into nature, it is much safer to try for a discord. You are much surer to chord. That blue does chord, and I doubt if a green would not have been a sort of swear word in colour here.”
“I am glad you like it,” said Annie like a school girl. She felt very much like one.
“I like you,” Von Rosen said abruptly.
Annie said nothing. She sat very still.
“No, I don't like you. I love you,” said Von Rosen.
“How can you? You have talked with me only twice.”
“That makes no difference with me. Does it with you?”
“No,” said Annie, “but I am not at all sure about—”