I thought I felt it when I first saw you." "Oh!" she said, enormously relieved.

A pause, then constrainedly, "Your guess was right." "And was that why you sent for me ?" The assent of silence.
"You thought perhaps you might--care for--me ?" It seemed almost true, with him looking so earnestly and hopefully at her, and in the moonlight--moonlight that can soften even falsehood until true and false seem gently to merge.

She hesitated to say No.

"I don't know just what I thought," she replied.
But her tone jarred on the young man whose nerves were as sensitive as a thermostat.

"You mean, when you saw me again, you felt you really didn't care," he said, drawing back so that she could not see his face.
"No," she replied, earnestly and honestly.