"Yes, I understand," replied Eve, from under the sunshade.
"And you won't forget your promise?"
"You mean—"
"To think it over."
"No, I won't forget. But please don't hope too much, Mr. Herrick, for I can't promise anything, really! It isn't that I don't like you, for I do, but"—her voice trailed off into silence.
"I hardly dared hope for that much," said Wade, gratefully. "Of course it isn't enough, but it's something to start on."
"But liking isn't love," objected Eve, gravely.
"I know. And there was never love without liking. You don't mind if I get what comfort I can out of that, do you?"
"N-no, I suppose not," answered Eve, slowly.
"It doesn't bind you to anything, you see. Shall we turn back now? The breeze seems to have left us."