He opened the door for her and they moved slowly out into the hall.
"You do not show that you care very much, Jacqueline."
"How can a girl show it more honestly? Could you tell me?"
"I have never stirred you to any tenderness—never!"
She moved beside him with head lowered, hands resting on her plated hips, the bright hair in disorder across her cheeks. Presently she said in a low voice:
"I wish you could see into my heart."
"I wish I could! And I wish you could see into mine. That would settle it one way or another!"
"No," she said, "because I can see into your heart. And it settles nothing for me—except that I would like to—remain."
"Remain? Where?"