"I meant you to hear it. I could have moved without a sound."
"And, looking up, I see the most beautif—I see—you. Then I dream of you."
"Did you?"
"Every moment—between mosquitoes! And then to-day I returned, hoping."
She lost a trifle of her colour.
"Hoping—what?"
"T-t-to s-s-see you," he stammered.
"I must go," she said under her breath, almost hurriedly; "this must stop now!"
"Won't you—can't you—couldn't I——"
"No. No—no—no—Mr. Sayre."