Probably now she would weep violently and sob out her confession.
But a moment later he was reflecting, as he had so many times before reflected, that you never could tell about the girl.

In his embrace she had become astoundingly calm.

That emotional crisis threatening to beat down all her reserves had passed.

She reached up and almost meditatively pushed back the hair from his forehead, regarding him with eyes that were still shadowed but dry.

Then she gave him a quick little hug and danced away.