"Not going back to Easthampton ?" "No, my dear." She left her place behind the table and went up to him.

Had all the world gone wrong?
Had her foolishness been so colossal that she was to be broken twice on the same day?
"Gilbert," she said.

"What is it?
What do you mean?
Why do you say these odd things in this queer way?
You're--you're frightening me, Gilbert." Young?
She was a child as she stood there with her lovely face upturned.

It was torture to keep his hands off her and not take her lips.

But he did nothing.