"You have not understood!" he said.
"Yes, I have, Mr. Desboro. But we can be friends?"
"Could you be mine, after what I have written?"
"I thought I couldn't, at first. But that day was a—long one. And when a girl is much alone she becomes very honest with herself. And it all was entirely new to me. I didn't know what I ought to have done about it—only what I wished to do."
"And—what is that, Jacqueline?"
"Make things as they were—before——"
"Before I wrote?"
"Yes."
"All up to that time you wish might be again as it was? All?"