They went on, but in a few minutes, though while still thinking over what she had said, he once more took out his watch; mechanically, unconsciously and as if made nervous by the mere exhilaration of what struck him as her strange and cynical wit.

He looked at the hour without seeing it, and then, on something again said by his companion, had another pause.

"You're really in terror of him." He smiled a smile that he almost felt to be sickly.

"Now you can see why I'm afraid of you." "Because I've such illuminations?
Why they're all for your help! It's what I told you," she added, "just now.

You feel as if this were wrong." He fell back once more, settling himself against the parapet as if to hear more about it.