"Do make the most of it! I have nothing but inexperience.

Make the most by treating me seriously.
Won't you?
I know you can, and I--I--" She faltered to a full stop.

She was earnest and quiet, and there had been something in her tone, too--as very often there was--that showed how young she was.

"Oh!" she began again, turning to him impulsively, "I have thought about you since that evening in the garden, and I have wished I could know you.

I can't be quite clear how it happened, but even those few minutes left a number of strong impressions about you.