"Plenty of people—that I like a little."
"How much do you like me, Diana?"
She lifted her eyes and looked at him; calm, large, grey eyes, into which there had come a new depth since yesterday and an added light. She looked at him a moment, and dropped them in silence.
"Well?" said he eagerly. "Why don't you speak?"
"I cannot," said Diana.
"Why? I can speak to you."
"I suppose people are different," said Diana. "And I am a woman."
"Well, what then?"
She turned away, with the shyest, sweetest grace of reserve; turned away to her fruit, quite naturally; there was no shadow of affectation, nor even of consciousness. But her eyes did not look up again; and Mr. Knowlton's eyes had no interruption.
"Di, where do you think we shall go when we are married?"