She dared not ask--in any case dared not ask just yet; and therefore took up his words in their literal application.
"Indeed, you haven't talked too long," she assured him, as she went over to the tiger skin before the fire-place, and standing there looked down into the core of the burning logs.

"We have only just begun to talk, so it isn't that which has tried me.

But--if you won't misunderstand--pray don't--the thought of--of you, and of all that which lies between us, is still very new to me.

I haven't quite found you, or myself in my relation to you, yet.

Give me time, and indeed, I won't disappoint you." Faircloth, who had followed her, put his elbows on the mantelshelf, and sinking his head somewhat between his shoulders, stared down at the burning logs too.
"Ah! when you take that tone, I'm a little scared lest I should turn out to be the disappointment, the failure, in this high adventure of ours," he said under his breath.
"So stay, please," the young girl went on, touched by, yet ignoring, his interjected comment.