"Are you vexed?" I said gently.
"You have wronged me, Daisy."
It gave me, I do not know whether more pain or pleasure, the serious grave displeasure his manner testified. Neither pain nor pleasure was very easy to express; but pain pressed the hardest.
"I have been looking for the chance of seeing you; looking the whole time," I said. "Everywhere, it was the one thing I was intent upon."
"Daisy, it might have been lost altogether. And how many days have been lost!"
I was silent now; and we walked some steps together without anything more. But the next words were with a return to his usual clear voice.
"Daisy, you must not be afraid of anything."
"How can I help it?" I asked.
"Help it? - but have I brought those tears into your eyes?"
It was almost worth while to have offended him, to hear the tone of those words. I could not speak.