“Nothing.”
“Yes, it is, Dick. I couldn’t help those people passing.”
“I know that.”
“You look offended with me. What have I done?”
“I can’t tell without offending you.”
“Better out.”
“Well,” said Dick, who seemed longing to tell, even at the risk of offending her, “I was thinking how different you in love are from me in love. Whilst those men were staring, you dismissed me from your thoughts altogether, and—”
“You can’t offend me further now; tell all!”
“And showed upon your face a pleased sense of being attractive to ’em.”
“Don’t be silly, Dick! You know very well I didn’t.”