"Why did you do that?"
"Because my shame came over me."
"Your shame?"
"What I had done in the house."
"And what had you done?"
She lay a few moments with her eyes closed, as if she were living it over. "I broke out to him, I told him," she began at last. But she couldn't continue, she was powerless to utter it.
"Yes, I know what you told him. Millions of girls have told young men that before."
"They've been asked, they've been asked! They didn't speak first! I didn't even know him, he didn't care for me, I had seen him for the first time the day before. I said strange things to him, and he behaved like a gentleman."
"Well he might!"
"Then, before he could turn round, when we had simply walked out of the house together and strolled in the garden—it was as if I were borne along in the air by the wonder of what I had said—it rolled over me that I was lost."
