“Go nothing! I’m not going. Neither are you, I hope, until you’ve told me lots more about yourself.”
“All that for a spray of orchids?”
“But they are quite rare ones.”
“And very lovely.”
The girl mused, and a sudden impulse seized her to take the unseen acquaintance at his word and free her mind as she had not been able to do to any living soul for long weeks. She pondered over it.
“You aren’t getting ready to go?” he cried, alarmed at her long silence.
“No; I’m thinking.”
“Please think aloud.”
“I was thinking—suppose I did.”
There was so much of weighty consideration in her accents that the other fear again beset him.