“I know,” he interrupted. “I have no right. Don’t answer it!”
“I shall; and—there is no one else; no one at all.”
Within the house they heard Phillip’s voice calling them.
“Thank you,” said John. “And now, will you do me one more favour! Will you promise that should you ever grow to care for me you will tell me?”
“Tell you!” she repeated in surprise. “But how could I do that?”
“You could.”
“But if I ever did care, I think you’d know it without my telling you,” she said with a little smile.
He shook his head.
“I might not. I should be afraid to risk it again.”
“But you—you might have grown to—not to care,” she objected. Again he shook his head.