Why do you ask ?" "Oh!" said Sylvia, "I had my suspicions.

The man didn't seem in the least astonished or annoyed, for one thing.

Then it broke down in such a convenient place." Bland laughed; her boldness appealed to him.
"Well," he declared, "I'm perfectly innocent; though I can't pretend I'm sorry." "You felt you had to say that." "No," he declared, with a direct glance; "I meant it." Sylvia leaned back in her chair and glanced appreciatively at the moor.
"After all," she said, "it's remarkably pretty here, and a change is nice.

I'll confess that I find Susan's friends a little boring." The implication was that she preferred Bland's society, and he was gratified.
"That struck me some time ago," he rejoined.

"I wonder if you can guess why I thought it worth while to put up with them ?" Sylvia smiled as she looked at him.