He gazed at her, speechless.
“I thought we were playing with each other; and I thought you understood it. It wasn't very wise, perhaps—-”
“Playing with each other!” whispered the boy, his voice almost gone.
“You take everything with such frightful seriousness,” she protested. “Really, I don't think you had any right—-”
“Miss Gladys!” he cried in sudden anguish; and she stopped and stared at him, frightened.
“Do you know what you have done to me?” he exclaimed.
“Samuel,” she said in a trembling voice, “I am very much surprised and upset. I had no idea of such a thing; and you must stop, before it is too late.”
“But I love you!” he cried, half beside himself.
“Yes,” she said in great agitation—“and that's very good of you. But there are some things you must remember—”
“You—you let me embrace you, Miss Gladys! You let me think of you so! Why, what is a man to do? What was I to make of it? I had never loved a woman before. And you—you led me on—”