searched his face. Whatever she knew of the world, she dared still to
trust her intuition--this was something of the revelation he drew.

"Why?"

Many people were passing. He looked toward the quieter center of the
Square.

"Will you walk with me there?" he asked. "It is not easy to explain
this sort of thing---"

"No. I must go on. You may walk a little way."

"You are very good.... You see, I cannot tell just _why_--as you
asked. If I knew you well, I could tell you. Yesterday I was quite
unromantic---"

She made it hard for him and did not let him see her smile. "You mean
you are romantic to-day?"

Peter laughed. "What a trap--and I was trying so hard to tell you."

"You _were_ trying---"

"I don't need to tell you. All there is to say is that I want you to
be my friend."

"I should have to think," she answered.

"Of course. ... Do you pass here every day?"