A half-score of daunting surmises had come up to shake him.
"Don't you think you might better tell her ?" continued Bess, not heeding the question.
"She knows," returned Richard, drawing a breath.

"Dorothy knows.

I've seen the knowledge in her eyes.

And she loves me!" "I've no doubt you've seen marvelous things in one another's eyes," retorted Bess in a matter-of-fact way; "but I say again: Wouldn't it be wise to tell her ?" "Frankly, yes," replied Richard, driven desperate.

"I have been on the threshold of it, but somehow I couldn't lay hands on just the words.
Dorothy knows I love her!" he repeated as though to himself.