Even your patience must have its limits.

Shall we go back ?" It was then that Juliet turned, moved by an impulse so strangely urgent that she could not pause to analyse it.

She held out her hand to him, quickly, shyly, and as he gripped and held it, she spoke, her voice tremulous, breathless, barely coherent.
"I am not--offended.

I am--very--very--deeply--honoured.

Only you--you--don't understand." He kept her hand closely in his own.