There was a great trouble in her eyes, her voice was piteous as she spoke.
"Dick, I can't answer you.

When I told you that I came here on purpose to meet you, that I wanted to see you again, it was true, all true.

But oh, Dick, did I mean more ?" "How should I know ?" said Dick, with a quiet laugh--a laugh of happiness.
"I suppose that I did.

I wanted you to say just what you have said to-night.

Yet now that you have said it--" she broke off with a cry.
"Dick, I have met no one like you in my life.