Her voice trembled a little and she turned away.
“Mary,” said the young man hoarsely, “for God’s sake, don’t do that!”
He moved a step towards her, but she drew back.
“It’s all right,” she said with the tears glistening wet on her face, and dabbed at her eyes with her tiny handkerchief, “but, oh, Robin boy, why couldn’t you have held your tongue?”
“I suppose I had no right to speak ...” the young man began.
The girl sighed.
“I oughtn’t to say it ... now,” she said slowly, and looked across at Robin with shining eyes, “but, Robin dear, I’m ... I’m glad you did!”
She paused a moment as though turning something over in her mind.
“I’ve ... I’ve got something to tell you, Robin,” she began. “No, stay where you are! We must be sensible now.”
She paused and looked at him.