"You?"
"Yes. You don't appear to have thought of me."
"Don't I?" She smiled again, as if at some secret, none too happy, of her own.
"If I had not thought of you I should never have come here a second time. If I had not thought of you I should not have thought of going."
"Did you think I wanted you to go?"
"I—was not quite sure."
He laughed. "Are you sure now?"
She looked at him again.
"I do help you by staying?"
He was overwhelmed by his indebtedness.