"About YOU, Kay."
"I'll not talk about myself."
"Please!"
But he shook his head without smiling: "You know all there is," he said—"and much that is—unspeakable."
"Kay!"
"What?"
"Never, never speak that way again!"
He remained silent.
"Because," she continued in her low, pretty voice, "it is not true. I know about you only what I somehow seemed to divine the very moment I first laid eyes on you. Something within me seemed to say to me, 'This is a boy who also is a real man!' … And it was true, Kay."
"You thought that when you knelt in the snow and looked down at that beastly drunken—"