He did not immediately answer her, but the look he gave her caused her to turn her eyes to the ground.
“Do you really wish to know of what I think myself unworthy?”
She smiled as she replied, “If you betray no confidence in telling me.”
“None; none but my own.”
“Then, tell me if you like.”
Was it the faint tremor in her voice that emboldened him to speak?
“Unworthy of you!” was his answer.
“Of me?” she said, her face averted from his.
“Of you, and you only. But why should I withhold further confidence? You have given me courage to speak; have I also your leave?”
She made no answer to the last question, but her look was eloquent of assent.