I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for you." She looked at his handsome face, which was turned to hers, with child-like simplicity.
"Not at all.

Not at all.

I want to do it.

I wouldn't have been happy if I couldn't." His eyes had a peculiar, subtle ray in them--not a gleam.

She felt warm toward him, sympathetic, quite satisfied that she could lean on him.
"Well, I am very grateful just the same.