“And we mustn't wait for question from each other. We shall know—we shall feel—when there's any misgiving, and then the one that's caused it will speak.”
“Yes,” she sighed emphatically. “How perfectly you say it? But that's because you feel it, because you are good.”
They walked on, treading the air in a transport of fondness for each other. Suddenly he stopped.
“Miss Pasmer, I feel it my duty to warn you that you're letting me go home with you.”
“Am I? How noble of you to tell me, Dan; for I know you don't want to tell. Well, I might as well. But I sha'n't let you come in. You won't try, will you? Promise me you won't try.”
“I shall only want to come in the first door.”
“What for?”
“What for? Oh, for half a second.”
She turned away her face.
He went on. “This engagement has been such a very public affair, so far, that I think I'd like to see my fiancee alone for a moment.”