"Well, you were mistaken," he said at last, gently enough. "I don't know why you should think so, but I never thought of marrying you-never thought of it." The flush faded from her face, and she stopped swaying. She lifted her eyes to his in a tearful, appealing stare. "I t'ought so-you made me t'ink so." "I did? How? I never said a word to you about-liking you or-marrying-or anything like that.