Are you ?" she asked, scarcely realising what she was saying.
"No," he said, forcing a smile.

"Are you with _me_ ?" She flushed scarlet: "Kelly, I never thought--dreamed--hoped--" Her voice caught in her throat a moment; "I--such a matter has not occurred to me." She looked at him partly dismayed, partly confused, unable now to understand him--or even herself.
"You know--that kind of love--" she began--"_real_ love, never has happened to me.

You didn't think _that_, did you ?--because--just because I did flirt a little with you?
It didn't mean anything serious--anything of _that_ kind.

Kelly, dear, _have_ you mistaken me?
Is _that_ what annoys you?
Were you afraid I was silly enough, mad enough to--to really think of you--in that way ?" "No." "Oh, I was sure you couldn't believe it of me.

See how perfectly frank and honest I have been with you.