I should have had to wait about and make calls and ask for invitations to places where I might see you.

And when we met we should have been polite and have talked all round what we wanted to say.

It would have been cheek to tell you--the second time we met--that your eyes looked at me just as they did when you were a little child.

I should have had to be decently careful because you might have felt shy.
You don't feel shy now, do you?
No, you don't," in caressing conviction and appeal.
"No--no." There was the note of a little mating bird in the repeated word.
This time he spread one of her hands palm upward on his own larger one.
He looked down at it tenderly and stroked it as he talked.
"It is because there is no time.

Things pour in upon us.