Joe was staring into the fire; the look in his eyes had frightened her and made her hurry to be through.
"What is it ?" she asked.

And she waited a moment.

"Don't you believe what I've told you, Joe ?" "Yes," he said, "I believe all that.

I believe a good deal more than that." There was a little silence, and then suddenly he reached for her hand, held it tight and smiled into the fire in a twitching sort of way.
"I haven't been quite as blind as you think.

I've seen a good deal of what you were doing.