“Well?” he said.
“Isn’t the real meaning between the lines?”
“If it is, cannot you decipher it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Somehow it depressed me. Perhaps it was my mood just then. Was it?”
“Perhaps it was merely mine.”
“But why—‘I feel specially this summer I should like to be near you’? What does that mean exactly?”
“I did feel that.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think I can tell you now. I am not sure that I could even have told you at the time I wrote that letter.”
She took it from him and put it away again in the drawer.