“Oh!” He paused. It took him a moment to get the sense of what she had said through his brain. Plainly, Arcadian air possessed a quality not contained in ordinary ether, and its effect was strangely deranging to the senses. “Oh!” he repeated presently, “I am glad you haven’t. I shouldn’t want you to—er——”
But that didn’t appear to be just the right thing to say, judging from the sudden expression of reserve which settled over her countenance. Ethan shook himself awake.
“It is time for me to go,” she said, getting to her feet. Ethan made an absurdly futile motion toward assisting her. [“I think I have explained matters, don’t you?”]
[“I THINK I HAVE EXPLAINED MATTERS, DON’T YOU?”]
“You have explained,” he answered judicially, “but there is much more that would bear, that even demands elucidation.”
“I don’t see that there is,” she replied a trifle coldly.
“Oh, of course, if you prefer to have me place my own interpretation on—things——!”
“What things?” she demanded curiously.
“What things?” he repeated vaguely. “Oh, why—er—lots,” he ended lamely.