But, Tita,"-- he takes one of her hands and holds it between his own, and regards her with some anxiety--"have you thought it all out?
I have told you the truth, you know.

I have told you that I am not in love with you." "In love with me! I'm sure I hope not," says Tita with a disgusted air.

"Don't put yourself out about that.

I should hate you if you were in love with me.

Fancy a person following me about always, and saying silly things to me, and perhaps wanting to kiss me! You," anxiously looking at him with searching eyes, "you wouldn't want to kiss me, would you ?" She looks so pretty as she puts this startling question, that Rylton loses himself a little.
"I don't know." "Then you had _better_ know, and at _once,"_ says Miss Bolton, with decision.
The whole affair seems to be trembling in the balance.