“How do you mean?” she asked.
“What are you going to do?”
“Why, I don’t know that there’s anything to do, Thyrsis. What would there be?”
“But are you going on being in love with him forever?”
“I—I don’t see how I can tell, Thyrsis. Would it do any harm?”
“It might grow on you,” he said, with a slight smile. “It sometimes does.”
“Mr. Harding said we ought never to speak of it again,” said she. “And I guess he’s right about that. He said that our lives would always be richer, because we had discovered each other’s souls; that it would help us to grow into a nobler life.”
“I see,” said Thyrsis. “But it’s a trifle disconcerting at first. I’ll need a little time to get used to it.”
“Mr. Harding is very anxious to know you better,” remarked Corydon. “But you see, he’s afraid of you, Thyrsis. You are so direct—you get to the point too quickly for him.”
“Um—yes,” said he. “I can imagine that.”