"I am not thinking of you at all." The inane voices of the Fyne girls were heard over the sombre fields calling to each other, thin and clear.

He muttered: "You could try to.
Unless you are thinking of somebody else." "Yes.

I am thinking of somebody else, of someone who has nobody to think of him but me." His shadowy form stepped out of her way, and suddenly leaned sideways against the wooden support of the porch.

And as she stood still, surprised by this staggering movement, his voice spoke up in a tone quite strange to her.
"Go in then.

Go out of my sight--I thought you said nobody could love you." She was passing him when suddenly he struck her as so forlorn that she was inspired to say: "No one has ever loved me--not in that way--if that's what you mean.