He waited a moment, then moved to a seat much nearer hers.

Her face hardened, and he saw her fingers lock together.
'Where a man is in love, solitude seems to him the most unnatural of conditions.' 'Please don't make me your confidante, Mr.Barfoot,' Rhoda with well-assumed pleasantry.

'I have no taste for that kind of thing.' 'But I can't help doing so.

It is you that I am in love with.' 'I am very sorry to hear it.

Happily, the sentiment will not long trouble you.' He read in her eyes and on her lips a profound agitation.