Then, no longer teasing but gently and seriously, he asked her: "Do you feel free to tell me openly about this, and let me try to help you--if it's a case for help ?" Damaris shook her head, looking up at him through the soft enclosing murk, and smiling rather ruefully.
"I wish I knew--I do so wish I knew," she said.

"But I don't--not yet, anyway.

Help me without my telling you, please.

The book is a splendid idea.

And then do you think you could persuade him to let us go away abroad, for a time?
Everything here must remind him--as it does me--of what happened.