You looked so odd--and you're always so quiet, anybody might not really know what you do think.

But I'm not wrong about you, am I, Ramsey ?" They had come to the foot of the steps that led up to the entrance of her dormitory, and their walk was at an end.

As they stopped and faced each other, she looked at him earnestly; but he did not meet the scrutiny, his eyelids fell.
"I'm not wrong, am I, Ramsey ?" "About what ?" he murmured, uncomfortably.
"You are my friend, aren't you ?" "Yes." "Then it's all right," she said.

"That relieves me and makes me happier than I was just now, for of course if you're my friend you wouldn't let me make any mistake about you.

I believe you, and now, just before I go in and we won't see much of each other for a week--if you still want me to go with you again next Sunday--" "Yes--won't you, please ?" "Yes, if you like.