I don't know.

I give you the benefit of all doubts." She stood silent, looking him candidly in the eyes, then with a gesture and the slightest shrug, she turned away toward the white road outside.
He was at her elbow in two steps.
"Oh, yes--the irony of formality." She nodded.

"Good night, then, Mr.Hamil.If circumstances permitted it would have been delightful--this putting off the cloak of convention and donning motley for a little unconventional misbehaviour with you....
But as it is, it worries me--slightly--as much as the episode and your opinion are worth." "I am wondering," he said, "why this little tincture of bitterness flavours what you say to me ?" "Because I've misbehaved; and so have you.

Anyway, now that it's done, there's scarcely anything I could do to make the situation more flagrant or less flippant--" "You don't really think--" "Certainly.

After all is said and done, we _don't_ know each other; here we are, shamelessly sauntering side by side under the jasmine, Paul-and-Virginia-like, exchanging subtleties blindfolded.