“No—at least, not exactly.”
“Then tell me your motive?”
And, unconsciously, in his eagerness he stooped over her, until his lips touched her hair.
“I—I want to know,” she stammered out.
“That is not a reason.”
“It is the best I can give you.”
“The best you can give me would be the true one.”
“A woman does not like to confess that she is curious,” she said evasively.
“Then it is curiosity?”
“I did not say so.”