Why is it, my dear ?" Still there was no answer.

The pulse of Ronicky Doone began to quicken, as though the question had been asked him, as though he himself were fumbling for the answer.
"Let us talk more freely," went on the man.

"Try to open your mind to me.

There are things which you dislike in me; I know it.

Just what those things are I cannot tell, but we must break down these foolish little barriers which are appearing more and more every day.