"Couldn't you let me keep that as my secret?"
"So that you would be acting in the daylight and we in the dark."
"You might be in the dark, and still have nothing to be afraid of."
She shook her head. "I should be afraid. It was in the dark, according to the old story, that the antelope escaped a lion by falling into a hunter's trap."
"Do I look like that kind of a hunter?" He smiled again at the absurdity of her comparison.
"You can't tell anything from looks—with men. With men a woman has only one principle to guide her—to keep on the safe side."
"I hope you won't think me uncivil, Miss Guion, if I point out that, at present, you haven't got a safe side to keep on. That's what I want to offer you."
"I might ask you why again, only that we should be going round in a circle. Since you don't mean to tell me, I must go without knowing; but I'm sure you can understand that to some natures the lion is less to be feared than the hunter."
"He doesn't feel so." He nodded his head in the direction of Tory Hill.
"He feels so. He's only a little—wavering."