She nodded brightly.
“Don’t you know what first appealed to me in you?”
“No.”
“Well, it was your utter loneliness in a strange country. You seemed so strangely alone in America, and you wanted so much to be friendly. I saw it in your face.”
“Yes, I did want to be friendly—with you,” he admitted, gravely.
“You did not find it hard, did you?” she asked, still smiling.
“Yes, I did.”
“Why, I gave you every encouragement.”
“I know, but still I could not know that.”
Gozo came into the ward, and, joining them, tossed upon the bed a number of newspapers and periodicals.