“Well?”
“I saw her face.”
“And the butterfly?”
“Escaped by the belfry.”
“Quite a fairy tale,” said Mariana, after a pause. “Now tell me about the second time you saw your butterfly.”
“I hardly care to speak of it, Mariana—unless you care very much to hear.”
“Would you rather not speak of it?”
“I would speak of it to no one but you.”
“Do you wish to speak?”
“I do. Do you wish me to speak?”