"Were you quite—indifferent?"
He didn't know how to answer.
"I was not," she said. "I was contented, and I thought continually about our friendship—except when what I was doing made me uneasy about—what I was doing.... Isn't it curious that a girl could do a thing like that and feel comfortable except when she remembered that a girl doesn't usually do a thing like that?"
He began to laugh, and she laughed, too.
She said: "Always my inclination has been, from a child, to explain things to myself. But I can't explain you, yet. You are very different, you know."
"Not a bit——"
"Yes, please. I've found that out.... Tell me, do you really mean to go today?"
"Yes, Karen, I do."
"Couldn't you stay?"
"I really couldn't."