She only gazed at him.
"Nobody else _has_ me--at all," she answered.

"No one wants me." The colour ran up under his fine skin.
"What I mean is a little different.

Perhaps you mayn't understand it.

I want this--our being together in this way--our understanding and talking--to be something that belongs to _us_ and to no one else.

It's too sudden and wonderful for any one but ourselves to understand.