He remained there until she came, but his cheeks were hot, and he had an uncomfortable feeling that his presence, that their meeting like this, was an embarrassment to both of them.
"My dear Leonard," she exclaimed, "why do you hide over there ?" "I don't know," he answered simply.
She laughed.
"It looks as though you didn't want to see me," she remarked.

"If you didn't, why are you here ?" "I suppose I did want to see you," he replied.

"Anyhow, I was lonely.

I wanted to talk to some one.

I walked all the way up here from Chelsea." "You have something to tell me ?" she suggested.
"There was something," he admitted.