Don't let's spoil a good friendship by turning it into a one-sided love-affair." He smiled rather grimly.
"I'm afraid it's too late to prevent that," he said drily.

"But I won't worry you any more now, dear.

Only--I'm not going to accept your answer as final." "I wish you would," she urged.
He looked at her curiously.

"No man who loves you, Sara, is going to give you up very easily," he averred.

Then, after a moment: "you'll let me write to you sometimes ?" She nodded soberly.
"Yes--but not love-letters, Tim." "No--not love-letters." He lifted her hands and kissed first one and then the other.