"Why," she asked, "did you tell me that night?"
"Because," he answered, uncomfortably, "you were too good a friend to impose upon. I had to give you an opportunity to drive me away."
"I didn't take it," she said, quickly, "yet you went as thoroughly as if I had."
She spread her hands.
"You make me feel as if I'd done something awkward to you. It isn't fair."
Smiling wistfully, he touched her hand.
"Don't talk that way. Don't let us ever quarrel, Betty. You've never meant anything but kindness to me. I'd like to feel there's always a little kindness for me in your heart."
Her long lashes lowered slowly over her eyes.
"There is. There always will be, George."