“Will you?” said Ranald, coming close to her, with the old imperative in his voice.
Maimie drew back a little.
“Do you know what you make me think of?” she asked, lowering her voice.
“Yes, I do. I have thought of it every night since.”
“You were very rude, I remember.”
“You didn't think so then,” said Ranald, boldly.
“I ought to have been very angry,” replied Maimie, severely.
“But you weren't, you know you weren't; and do you remember what you said?”
“What I said? How awful of you; don't you dare! How can I remember?”
“Yes, you do remember, and then do you remember what I said?”