She kept her eyes gazing downward, perhaps to hide tears.

Good Indian waited for her to speak, and when it seemed plain that she did not mean to do so, he yielded to his instinct and took her in his arms.
"Sweetheart!" he murmured against her ear, and it was the first time he had ever spoken the word to any woman.

"You love me, I know it.

You won't say it, but I know you do.

I should have felt it this morning if you hadn't cared.