But I didn't care.

If only I could make him say the words I longed to hear--even because he pitied me, because he had found out how I loved him, and because he had really too much of the dark-young-Crusader-knight in him, to break my heart! I made up my mind that I would take him at his word, quickly, if he gave me the chance; and I would tell Di that he was dreadfully in love with me.

That would make her writhe.
I kept my eyes on him, and I let them tell him everything.

He saw; there was no doubt of that; but he did not say the words I hoped for.

A moment or two he was silent; and then, gazing away towards the door of the ballroom, he spoke very gently, as if I had been a child--though I am older than Di by three or four years.
"Thank you, Imp, for letting me see that you are such a staunch little friend," said he.