"Yes?" he asked. "Go on. Wasn't for what?"
"If it wasn't for something that says 'don't!' Oh, please understand. I like you awfully, but it says it, and says it—I don't know why."
For a moment neither spoke.
"You do understand, don't you?" she asked at last.
"I believe you, my dear," he answered; then added gently: "There's a happier man somewhere, I think."
Amaryllis opened her eyes wide, almost, it seemed, in fear.
"Oh, no, no!" she cried. "Truthfully, I don't know any more than I've told you."
When he was gone, she sat for a long time, wishing she could feel alone.
Several times between lunch and dinner that day had Amaryllis wondered why Dick Bellamy was so taciturn—silent and sombre almost to moroseness. But Randal had no doubt that he knew.