“Then, Miss Emily, I must say—you are not blushing.”
She went on. “Another token of love—as I am informed—is to tremble. Am I trembling?”
“No.”
“Am I too confused to look at you?”
“No.”
“Do I walk away with dignity—and then stop, and steal a timid glance at my lover, over my shoulder?”
“I wish you did!”
“A plain answer, Mr. Morris! Yes or No.”
“No—of course.”
“In one last word, do I give you any sort of encouragement to try again?”