"Yes--even that you're never going to tell me.

I wonder--I wonder----" "Yes?
What do you wonder ?" "I was just thinking--I wonder if they haven't done it, after all." "I don't understand." "I wonder," she went on, still slowly, and in a voice of reflection, "I wonder who HAS been talking about me to you, after all?
Isn't that it ?" "Not at----" he began, but checked himself and substituted another form of denial.

"Nothing is 'it.'" "Are you sure ?" "Why, yes." "How curious!" she said.
"Why ?" "Because all evening you've been so utterly different." "But in this weather----" "No.

That wouldn't make you afraid to look at me all evening!" "But I did look at you.

Often." "No.