"I certainly meant no ill," he said, in answer to the last words she had spoken.
"You have never meant ill to me, Harry; though you know you have abused me dreadfully before now.

I daresay you forget the hard names you have called me.

You men do forget such things." "I remember calling you one name." "Do not repeat it now, if you please.

If I deserved it, it would shame me; and if I did not, it should shame you." "No; I will not repeat it." "Does it not seem odd, Harry, that you and I should be sitting, talking together in this way ?" She was leaning now toward him, across the table, and one hand was raised to her forehead while her eyes were fixed intently upon his.

The attitude was one which he felt to express extreme intimacy.