"That was how you liked me, and now it has all blown away."
"Don't talk like that."
"When are you going to see Miss Neville?"
"I never see her now. Things have become muddled past straightening out."
"But you will be seeing her soon, I reckon?"
"No. I tried to sit on two stools, and I have fallen between them."
She laughed gently, and put a hand into one of his. "Why are you so stupid sometimes? You are always so fond of questions. It is my turn. Jim, you are in love with Miss Neville, aren't you?"
"Yes, Molly."
"Then what's wrong?"