“Yes,” she answered, “he’s unhappy, I’m sure. He takes things very seriously.”
Thyrsis paused a moment. “Did he tell you that he loved you?” he asked.
“No,” said Corydon. “He—he wouldn’t have permitted himself to do that. That would have been wrong.”
“But then—what did he do?”
“He looked at me,” she said.
“When he went off the other day—did he know how you still felt?”
“Yes, Thyrsis; why do you ask?”
“I thought you might have been deceiving yourself.”’
At which she smiled and replied, “I wouldn’t have bothered to tell you in that case.”
Section 13. So Thyrsis strolled away, and after duly considering the matter, he sat himself down to compose another letter to the young clergyman.