"Do you—would you prefer to have me go?" he stammered.
There was no reply.
"Because," he said miserably, "I take it that you haven't much use for me."
No word from her.
"Sylvie?"
Silence; but she looked up at him. "I haven't changed," he said, and the healthy colour turned him pink. "I—just—wanted you to know. I thought perhaps you might like to know——"
"Why?" Her voice was utterly unlike her own.
"Why?" he repeated, getting redder. "I don't know—I only thought you might—it might—amuse you—to know that I haven't changed——"
"As others have? Is that what you mean, Bunny?"
"No, no, I didn't think—I didn't mean——"