\"It’sbypictures，pictureslikethatonemustgetatyou，\"I
thoughttomyself，thoughIdidspeakwithrealfeeling，andallatonceIflushedcrimson。\"Whatifsheweresuddenlytoburstoutlaughing，whatshouldIdothen？\"Thatideadrovemetofury。TowardstheendofmyspeechIreallywasexcited，andnowmyvanitywassomehowwounded。Thesilencecontinued。Ialmostnudgedher。
\"Whyareyou——\"shebeganandstopped。ButIunderstood：therewasaquiverofsomethingdifferentinhervoice，notabrupt，harshandunyieldingasbefore，butsomethingsoftandshamefaced，soshamefacedthatIsuddenlyfeltashamedandguilty。
\"What？\"Iasked，withtendercuriosity\"Why，you……\"
\"What？\"