When I saw that little gold head of yours in the window, I should have gone on, taken no notice.

I shouldn't have followed, I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did." "But why ?" she entreated.
He gripped the bowl of his pipe in his fingers.

"For the very reason you gave me yourself, on the 'bus that day, and afterwards when we were having lunch together." "What was that ?" "That I didn't know you." She looked her bewilderment.

"I don't understand," she said simply.
"Then I can explain no further.

We must leave it at that." "Oh! but why can't you explain ?" She had nearly added, "When it means so much to me," but shut her teeth, drew in her breath on the words, inducing the physical act to aid her in preventing their utterance.
"I think you would be--perhaps sorry--perhaps hurt--if I did." "I'm sure I wouldn't--and I'd sooner know." He looked at her fixedly as the pendulum of decision swung in his mind.