"You see, he knew."
"I see."
He waited.
"I couldn't tell you."
His silence conveyed to her that he listened since she desired it, that he left it to her to tell him as much or as little as she would, and that thus he trusted her.
"I was afraid," she said.
"What? Afraid of me, Kitty?"
"I thought it would make you not care for me."
"I don't think anything you can tell me will make any difference."
"You said yourself it would. You said you wouldn't marry me if I wasn't nice."