With all respect influencing the action, his hand closed warmly over the smaller one on his sleeve.
"Little girl," he said, forgetting the shortness of their acquaintance in the deep feeling of the moment, "tell me what the trouble is." "I suppose you think me an awful creature for saying that," she blurted out, without looking up.

"It wasn't ladylike or nice, but--but I simply could n't help it, Lieutenant Brant." "You mean your sudden determination to carry me home with you ?" he asked, relieved to think this might prove the entire difficulty.
"Don't let that worry you.

Why, I am simply rejoiced at being permitted to go.

Do you know, I wanted to request the privilege all the time we were dancing together.

But you acted so differently from when we were beneath the vines that I actually lost my nerve." She looked up, and he caught a fleeting glimpse into her unveiled eyes.
"I did not wish you to ask me." "What ?" He stopped suddenly.