He thought he had offended her and was in a panic.
"I say, you did not understand what I meant."
"Oh, yes, I did."
"You're not offended?"
"Not at all."
This answer left Stover in such a state of bewilderment that all speech expired. What did she mean by that? Did she really understand or not?
They walked a little way in silence, watching the lights that fell in long lines across the campus, hearing through the soft night the tinkling of mandolins and the thrumming of guitars, a vibrant, feverish life that suddenly seemed unreal to him. They were fast approaching the Lodge. A sudden fear came to him that she would go without understanding what the one, the only night had been in his life.
"I say, Miss McCarty," he began desperately.
"Yes."
"I wish I could tell you——"