"So you can." She was suddenly not cross again. "Ah, no I can't," he said. "I want to say things to you that I can't say here. Won't you go home? Won't you let me come to see you there? Say I may. You will let me?" If she said Yes--she refused to pursue that train of thought another inch. If she said No--then a sudden end--and forever an end--to this good companionship. "I wish I had never, never seen _Him_!" she told herself. Then she found that she was speaking. "The reason I was all alone in Paris," she was saying. The reason took a long time to expound.--The shadow withdrew itself and they had to shift the camp just when it came to the part about Betty's first meeting with Temple himself. "And so," she said, "I've done what I meant to do--and I'm a hateful liar--and you'll never want to speak to me again." She rooted up a fern and tore it into little ribbons. "Why have you told me all this?" he said slowly. "I don't know," said she. "It is because you care, a little bit about--about my thinking well of you?" "I can't care about that, or I shouldn't have told you, should I? Let's get back home. The pony's lost by this time, I expect." "Is it because you don't want to have any--any secrets between us?" "Not in the least," said Betty, chin in the air. "I shouldn't _dream_ of telling you my secrets--or anyone else of course, I mean," she added politely. He sighed. "Well," he said, "I wish you'd go home." "Why don't you say you're disappointed in me, and that you despise me, and that you don't care about being friends any more, with a girl who's told lies and taken her aunt's money and done everything wrong you can think of? Let's go back. I don't want to stay here any more, with you being silently contemptuous as hard as ever you can. Why don't you say something?" "I don't want to say the only thing I want to say. I don't want to say it here. Won't you go home and let me come and tell you at Long Barton?" "You do think me horrid. Why don't you say so?" "No. I don't." "Then it's because you don't care what I am or what I do. I thought a man's friendship didn't mean much!" She crushed the fern into a rough ball and threw it over the edge of the rock.