Probably Dane's first thoughts were not put into words. What he did, was to get hold of Wych Hazel's hand, and between the kisses he gave it he remarked,
'I never noticed your dress without feeling a certain delight in its perfect harmonies; andI never saw you without noticing your dress.'
'You?' Hazel said with a quick, timid intonation. And then there came a great flush of pleasure, and she looked away and was silent; thinking to herselfwhat she herself would have called "all sorts of things."
'Don't you think,' said Dane coolly, 'that as we have evidently so much respectively to learn about each other, we had better begin as soon as possible?'
'Are you expecting such new developments?But then,' she said, the doubtful look waking up again, 'what did Primrose mean? She meant something,and you know what it was.'
'Do I? I suppose Primrose felt that I had changed from my once views of that, as of other subjects.'
'What were your "once" views?' said Hazel. 'I hardly knew that people had what you call "views" about dress.'
Rollo smiled.
'I suppose mine were what yours are now.'
'Then yours never had existence.'