She could not but notice the passion in his eyes, and instinctively her eyes wandered to a silver gong placed on the table well within reach.

The more he glowed, the more icily calm she sat, till the silence between them began to grow oppressive.

She waited, determined that he should be the first to speak.
Recognising the helplessness of silence, he began huskily: 'I came here to-day in the hope that you would listen to me.' Her answer, given with a conventional smile, was not helpful: 'I am listening.' 'I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I did not accept your offer.

If I had know when I was coming that day that you loved me.

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