"Once there was more of sentiment in your response, Valerie.

There is little sentiment in immensity." She flushed: "I _was_ spoons on you," she said, candidly.

"I was silly with you--and very indiscreet....

But I'd rather not recall that--" "_I_ can not choose but recall it!" "Nice men forget such things," she said, hastily.
"How can you speak that way about it ?" "Because I _think_ that way, Jose," she said, looking up at him; but she saw no answering smile in his face, and little colour in it; and she remained unquietly conscious of his gaze.
"I will not talk to you if you begin to look at me like that," she began under her breath; "I don't care for it--" "Can I help it--remembering--" "You have nothing to remember except my pardon," she interrupted hotly.
"Your pardon--for showing that I cared for you ?" "My pardon for your losing your head." "We were absolutely frank with one another--" "I do not understand that you are the sort of man a girl can not be frank with.

We imprudently exchanged a few views on life.