But I--yes, I am all confused.

It is like a dream.

I want to think, to ask myself if--if I can do what you want." She put up her hand to her lips with a slight gesture, as if to keep them from trembling.
"I want to be alone to think of all--all you have told me." Her gauntlet slipped from her hand, and he knelt on one knee and picked it up, and still kneeling, took both her hands in his.

It did not occur to him to remember that the woman who hesitates is won; something in her girlish innocence, in her exquisitely sweet candour, filled him with awe.
"Dearest!" he said, in so low a voice that, the note of the curlew flying above them sounded loud and shrill by contrast.

"Dearest!--for you are that to me!--I will not press you.