She turned to go towards the box again, but he caught hold of her hand and held her.
"Cecily," he whispered, "you know I love you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes," she answered impatiently, snatching her hand from his, "but you needn't tell everybody about it!"
"And you love me, too. Don't you?"
"Let's go and join the others!..."
He held her again. "No, Cecily," he said, "you must listen to me!"
"Well, what is it?"
"Cecily!" He was breathing hard, and it seemed to him that he could only speak by forcing words out of himself. "Cecily ... come with me! ..."
"That's what I want to do, but you keep me hanging about here. If any one were to see us!..."
"I don't mean that," he interrupted. "You know quite well what I mean!..."