"I—"
"Please answer me. What will you do about it?"
"Nothing," he said, flushing.
"Why not?"
"Why not? What is there—what would there be to do? What could I have to say to you if—"
"You could say that you loved me—if you did."
"To what purpose?" he demanded, red and astonished.
"To whatever purpose you followed.... Why shouldn't you tell me? If it ever happened that you fell in love with me again I had rather you told me than that you kept silent. I had rather know it than have it happen and never know it. Is there anything wrong in a man if he happens to fall in love with a girl?"
"He can remain silent, anyway."