"I hardly know—" she hesitated, "No, I suppose not."
Then:
"They told me that you saved me in that illness."
"Did they?"
"Do you believe in confessions?" he asked, with an odd smile.
Cary laughed.
"That depends. Well—what have you been doing?"
"Do you know I kissed you that day when you fell asleep in the boat—when we were facing death together—and again when I was fighting death for you that long night?"
"You wretch! Well, it didn't count much then," Cary's eyes were twinkling, "You were thirteen and I was only seven. Rob! Imagine Rob ever kissing me!"
Stewart laughed a little nervously.