"No; I do not know you; but I want to know you."
"That depends upon yourself as well as upon me."
"I do not forget that. I am not quick to read and you are written in many languages."
"Are you fond of the study—of languages? Did you succeed in French?"
"Fairly. And I can express my wants in German. Will you write to me again?"
There was a flush now that was not sunburn; but she did not speak; she seemed to be considering.
"Will you, Marjorie?" he urged, with gentle persistence.
"I—don't know."
"Why don't you know."
"I have not thought about it for so long. Let me see—what kind of letters did you write. Were they interesting?"