“Well, not about that!”
“About that?”
“Well, you know—”
“Yes, I dare say we are both thinking about the same thing.”
“‘Great minds will,’ etc., you know—”
“Say loving hearts.” And he took her hand. “Yes, I admit that I have studiously avoided finding myself alone with you.”
“Were you afraid of me? I am very little!”
“I was afraid of myself; yesterday proved how justly so.”
“Do you regret yesterday?”
“I am afraid I do not. But I ought to. I had no right to tell you I loved you.”