She laughed her low, lazy laugh, but made no reply.

Presently she said: "Why didn't you like my making friends with the cat ?" "How do you know I didn't like it ?" I asked.
"I felt it." "You mustn't feel things like that," I remarked.

"It isn't good for you." She insisted on my telling her.

I explained as well as I could.

She touched the sleeve of my coat with her gloved hand.
"I'm glad, because it shows you take an interest in me.