Then, for a moment, the boy returned to the world of reality.
"I am sorry.

Forgive me.

I ought not to have said it," he stammered.
"But didn't you really mean it ?" she asked with troubled eyes.
"I mean that and more, but I ought not to have said it now.

It isn't fair.

You have just escaped from a great danger and have got a notion that you are in debt to me and you don't know much about me anyhow." She stood in his path looking up at him.
"Jack," she whispered.