I--" "Go on.

Say it, whatever it is," she bade him.

"You wouldn't know how to say anything I shouldn't like." "I doubt if you'd either like or dislike what I want to say," he returned, moving uncomfortably in his chair and looking at his feet--he seemed to feel awkward, thoroughly.

"You see, all my life--until I met you--if I ever felt like saying anything, I wrote it instead.

Saying things is a new trick for me, and this--well, it's just this: I used to feel as if I hadn't ever had any sort of a life at all.