"You see?" she echoed. "But how can you see, unless you know something about me already?"
"I beg your pardon," he apologized. "It was only a thought. I——"
"A thought about my dancing?"
"Not exactly that. About your not dancing again."
"Then please tell me the thought."
"You may be angry. I rather think you'd have a right to be angry—not at the thought, but the telling of it."
"I promise."
"Why," explained Stephen, "when a young and successful actress makes up her mind to leave the stage, what is the usual reason?"
"I'm not an actress, so I can't imagine what you mean—unless you suppose I've made a great fortune in a few months?"
"That too, perhaps—but I don't think a fortune would induce you to leave the stage yet a while. You'd want to go on, not for the money perhaps, but for the fun."