Then you laughed and made me laugh too.

Then you--" "What did I do then ?" he asked, far too humbly.
"You--you infer that I am either not in love or incapable of it, or too ignorant of it to know what I'm talking about.

That, Mr.Siward, is what you have done to me to-night." "I--I'm sorry--" "Are you ?" "I ought to be anyway," he said.
It was unfortunate; an utterly inexcusable laughter seemed to bewitch them, hovering always close to his lips and hers.
"How can you laugh!" she said.

"How dare you! I don't care for you nearly as violently as I did, Mr.Siward.A friendship between us would not be at all good for me.

Things pass too swiftly--too intimately.
There is too much mockery in you--" She ceased suddenly, watching the sombre alteration of his face; and, "Have I hurt you ?" she asked penitently.
"No." "Have I, Mr.Siward?
I did not mean it." The attitude, the words, slackening to a trailing sweetness, and then the moment's silence, stirred him.
"I'm rather ignorant myself of violent emotion," he said.