"A little."
"Why, if you please?"
"Because you never before have been demonstrative, even in speech."
She blushed: "Not as demonstrative as you are. But you know that I might learn to be."
He looked at her curiously, but with more or less self-control.
"Do you really care for me that way, Jacqueline?"
"I know of no way in which I don't care for you," she said quickly.
"Does your caring for me amount to—love?" he asked deliberately.
"I—think so—yes."
The emotion in his face was now palely reflected in hers; their voices were no longer quite steady under the sudden strain of self-repression.