"I may let you at the psychological moment. Do you think me absolutely shameless?—but I've asked you that before about a dozen times.... You don't think so, do you?"
"If other women displayed the common honesty and common sense that you display, there'd be a good deal less unhappiness in the world."
"But how can other women, when there is only one Jim Edgerton! Oh, I liked you so much—as soon as I saw you; and before I had known you a week, I was ready to tell you anything—and now I've done it!"
"It took several weeks before you came to the point," he said, laughing.
"I know, but, oh! it was such a terrible thing to do!—I don't even now understand how I ever came to tell you."
"You didn't; I extracted it, seeing that you were in pain."
She blushed.
"Yes, it was pain.... Not one of my own family suspected it. Father doesn't dream of such a thing; Jack doesn't, of course. As for dear little mother, you know what she thinks about you and me."
Edgerton smiled almost tenderly.
"She is very nice to me," he said. "I almost wish I could verify her charming theory."