She made no motion to draw away, but her eyes were upon my face, as though seeking to read the meaning of my sudden action.
"We can talk better here," I explained.

"The engine makes so much noise." "Yes; and--and somehow I--I feel more like trusting you when I am able to see your face," she admitted frankly.

"I am actually afraid to be alone." "I have felt that this was true from the first.

Indeed, I seriously wonder at the trust you have reposed in me--a total stranger." "But--but how could I help it?
Have I been unwomanly?
I think I scarcely know what I have done.

I could very easily have told what was right in the old days; but--but surely you understand--this was not to be decided by those rules.