"I suppose I have," said Stover, almost suffocated by the gentleness of her voice.
"Charlie's told me all about the rest," she said. "Every one looks up to you now—it's quite a romance, isn't it?"
He was delighted that she saw it thus, secretly wondering if she really knew every point that could be urged in his favor.
"I suppose I'll kick myself all over the lot to-morrow," he said, choosing to be lugubrious.
"Why?" she said, stopping in surprise.
"For talking as I've done."
"You don't regret it?" she said softly, laying her hand on his arm.
Stover drew a long breath—a difficult one.
"No, you bet I don't," he said abruptly. "I'd tell you anything!"
"Come," she said, smiling to herself, "we must go back—but it's so fascinating here, isn't it?"