I don't understand." Bernard stood there a moment, frowning, with his eyes lowered.
"I can imagine that.

But I think I can explain." "Don't explain now," said Angela.

"You have said enough; explain some other time." And she went out on the balcony.
Bernard, of course, in a moment was beside her, and, disregarding her injunction, he began to explain.
"I thought I disliked you--but I have come to the conclusion it was just the contrary.

In reality I was in love with you.

I had been so from the first time I saw you--when I made that sketch of you at Siena." "That in itself needs an explanation.