"I always care to hear what you say. Whatever you say interests me."
"Would it interest you to know I am—in love?"
"Yes. … With wh—whom are—" But her breath failed her.
"With you. … You knew it, Yellow-hair. … Does it interest you to know it?"
"Yes." But the exhilaration of the moment was interfering with her breath again and she only stood there with the flushed and audacious little smile stamped on her lips forcing her eyes to meet his curious, troubled, intent gaze.
"You did know it?" he repeated.
"No."
"You suspected it."
"I wanted to know what you—thought about me, Kay."
"You know now."