He did not realize he was making a most impassioned declaration of love.

When he was quite out of breath he sat down and wiped his moist brow.
A pink bloom tinged Kate's cheeks, and her eyes glowed with a happy light; but George never saw these womanly evidences of pleasure.
"Of course I know you don't care for me---" "Did Mr.Edwards tell you so ?" asked Kate, glancing up quickly.
"Why, yes, he has often said he thought that.

Indeed, he always seemed to regard himself as the fortunate object of your affections.
I always believed he was." "But it wasn't true." "What ?" "It's not true." "What's not true ?" "Oh--about my--not caring." "Kate!" cried George, quite overcome with rapture.

He fell over two chairs getting to her; but he succeeded, and fell on his knees to kiss her hand.
"Foolish boy! It has been you all the time," whispered Kate, with her quiet smile.
* * * "Look here, Downs; come to the door.

See there," said Heckewelder to Jim.
Somewhat surprised at Heckewelder's grave tone, Jim got up from the supper-table and looked out of the door.