"But I
can't stand being spied after, and spied after I won't be."
"I have told you, Polly, at the very least sixty or seventy times,
that I've never done such a thing, and wouldn't, and couldn't. It
never came into my 'ead."
"Well, then, we won't say no more about it, and don't put me out
again, that's all."
"But there's something else, Polly. You know very well, Polly, what
a lot I think of you, don't you now?"
"Oh, I dessay," she replied with careless indulgence.
"Then why won't you let me see you oftener, and--and that kind of
thing, you know?"
This was vague, but perfectly intelligible to the hearer. She gave
an impatient little laugh.
"Oh, don't be silly! Go on!"
"But it isn't silly. You know what I mean. And you said--"
"There you go, bringing up what I said. Don't worry me. If you can't
talk quiet and friendly we'd better not see each other at all. I
shouldn't wonder if that was best for both of us."
Polly had never been less encouraging. She seemed preoccupied, and
spoke in an idle, inattentive way.
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