“I—I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t think he means to come back.”
“But why not, dear?”
“He’s afraid to trust himself, Thyrsis.”
“You think he really cares for you, then?”
“Yes, dear.”
“But, how can you be sure?” he asked.
At which Corydon smiled. “A woman has ways of knowing about such things,” she said.
“I wish you’d tell me about it,” said he.
But after a little thought, she shook her head. “Maybe some day, but not now. It wouldn’t be fair to him. It isn’t going any further, and that’s enough for you to know.”
“He must be unhappy, isn’t he?” said Thyrsis, artfully.