"I don't know just what I mean. Only you're different from my—my fancies. Not cold or—or proud."
"You're beginning to get acquainted with me, that's all. After you've been here awhile—"
"Please don't make it so hard for me," he interrupted, appealingly. "I can't stay."
"Don't you want to?" she asked.
"Yes. And I will stay a couple of days. But no longer. It'll be hard enough to go then."
"Perhaps I—we'll make it so hard for you that you can't go."
Then he gazed piercingly at her, as if realizing a will opposed to his, a conviction not in sympathy with his.
"You're going to keep this up—this trying to change my mind?"
"I surely am," she replied, both wistfully and wilfully.
"Why? I should think you'd respect my sense of duty."