I'm not clever.

I haven't any deep thoughts--like you or Arthur.

It would be terrible if you married me, and then--I felt you were disappointed.' He moved a little away from her and, propping his chin on his hands, looked gravely through the thinning branches of the wood.
'I wonder why you say that--I wonder what I've done!' 'Oh, you've done nothing!' cried Beryl.

'It's only I feel--sometimes--that--that you don't let me know things--share things.

You seem sometimes so sad--and I can't be any help--you won't let me! That's what I mind so much--so dreadfully!' He was silent a moment.