You are the only woman who interests me.

I think about you most of the time when I'm not doing something else," he explained naively.

"I know perfectly well I'm in love with you because I don't dare touch you--and I've never thought of--of kissing you good-night as we used to before that night last spring....

You remember that we didn't do it that night, don't you ?" Still no answer, and Kathleen's delicate, blue-veined hands were clenched at her sides and her breath came irregularly.
"That was the reason," he said.

"I don't know how I've found courage to tell you.