‘If that’s true, then why are you so shy of my name?’
‘Angela—’ mumbled Stephen.
Then Angela said: ‘It’s just over three weeks since we met—how quickly our friendship’s happened. I suppose it was meant, I believe in Kismet. You were awfully scared that first day at The Grange; why were you so scared?’
Stephen answered slowly: ‘I’m frightened now—I’m frightened of you.’
‘Yet you’re stronger than I am—’
‘Yes, that’s why I’m so frightened, you make me feel strong—do you want to do that?’
‘Well—perhaps—you’re so very unusual, Stephen.’
‘Am I?’
‘Of course, don’t you know that you are? Why, you’re altogether different from other people.’
Stephen trembled a little: ‘Do you mind?’ she faltered.