"How rough you are, Tom!" "Did I hurt you ?" exclaims he passionately.

"Tita, forgive me.

To hurt you----" "There, don't be a fool!" says Tita, laughing.

"My fingers are not broken, if that's what you mean.

But you certainly _are _rough: and, after all"-- mischievously--"I don't think I shall tell you that secret now." "You must.