"I didn't say I thought so then. I think so now."
"That's rather clever of you. Because, you see, if you thought so then that shows—"
"What does it show?"
"Why, that you knew all the time—and that you were thinking of me.
You did know. You did think—"
"No. No. It's only that I've got to—that you're making me think of you now. But I'm not thinking of you the way you want."
"If you're not—if you haven't thought of me—the way I want—then I can't make you out. You're beyond me."
They sat down, tired out with the struggle, as if they had reached the same point of exhaustion at the same instant.
"Why not leave it at that?" she said.
He rallied.
"Because I can't leave it at that. You knew I cared. You must have seen. I could have sworn you saw. I could have sworn—"