He only laughed up at the sunflower dangling from the water pitcher. "Oh, I don't mind. I've a heavenly disposition." "How do you show it?" she broke in impetuously. "Every man thinks the one way to get on with a woman is to make love to her——" "How do you show it?" she broke in impetuously. "Every man thinks the one way to get on with a woman is to make love to her——" "No—not altogether," he reproached her. "You and I have had other topics, you know—Swinburne and Shakespeare and the musical glasses." "No—not altogether," he reproached her. "You and I have had other topics, you know—Swinburne and Shakespeare and the musical glasses." "Oh, yes, but you always drifted back again." "Oh, yes, but you always drifted back again." "How can you blame me? If I've made love to you, it was——" "How can you blame me? If I've made love to you, it was——" "Oh, I know. I'm a rustic, and it's a good game." "Oh, I know. I'm a rustic, and it's a good game." "You're the least rustic person I've ever known," he said seriously. "It's not a game. I can't think of it as a game. It is something more serious than that." He took a few paces up and down the aisle before her and then went on. "You're the least rustic person I've ever known," he said seriously. "It's not a game. I can't think of it as a game. It is something more serious than that." He took a few paces up and down the aisle before her and then went on. "I know you've never been willing to give me credit for anything I've said when I've tried to show you how much you were to me—and yet, I think you cared—you've showed it sometimes. But I've tried to go about my work and forget you, because I thought it was best for us both. But I can't, Camilla, I tell you I can't get you out of my head. I think of something else, and then, in a moment, there you are again—elusive, mocking, scornful, tender, all in a breath. And then, when I find you're there to stay, I don't try any more. I don't want to think of anything else." He leaned across the desk and seized one of her hands with an