"To put me off?"
"To—put—you—off."
"Why?"
He questioned without divination or forewarning. The veil of flesh was as yet over his eyes, so that he could not see.
"Because I didn't mean that you should come, that you should ever come again, Rodney."
He smiled.
"So you went back on me, did you?"
"If you call it going back."
She longed for him to see.
"That was only because you were frightened," he said.