That would be stealing friendship from you.

But if you give it when you really know me--that will be dear and wonderful----" She drew a swift breath and smiled.
Surprised, then touched, I met the winning honesty of her gaze in silence.
"Unless you truly know me--unless you know to whom you give your friendship--you can not give it rightly.

Can you, Euan?
You must learn all that I am and have been, Is not this necessary ?" "I--I ask you nothing," I stammered.

"All that I know of you is wonderful enough----" Suddenly the danger of the moment opened out before me, checking my very thoughts.
She laid both hands against her temple, pressing them there till her cheeks cooled.

So she pondered for a while, her gaze remote.