"Oh, yes. It won't do for me to make advances to you."
"When have you made any advances?"
"I came out here. I wanted you to—kiss me. Oh, this isn't going to do at all. I can see that, now!——" She framed her face in her hands and shook her head. "Jim—dearest, dearest of men—it won't do. I didn't realize that I was caring for you in this way. Why," she added, her grey eyes widening, "it is almost dangerous!"
"The thing to do," he said, reddening, "is to tell Oswald."
"I can't tell him!"
"You've got to, if you fall in love with me."
"Oh, Jim, it would be too heartless! You don't know——"
"No, I don't!" he exclaimed impatiently, "and I think it's time I did! You can't be in love with two men at the same time."
She blushed furiously:
"I—he never even touched my fingers with his lips! And you—you take me into your arms with no more hesitation than if I were a child.... I believe I've behaved like one with you. I'm old enough to be ashamed, and I'm beginning to be."