"I do indeed. You have had a subtle power over me from the first, which
I cannot resist, and don't wish to."
"I must go now," she said hastily.
"Please wait," I entreated. "I've a message for Mrs. Yocomb."
She stood irresolutely near the door.
"I wish you to tell her—why is it getting dark so suddenly?"
"I fear we're going to have a shower," and she glanced apprehensively toward the window.
"When have I seen that look on your face before?" I asked quickly.
"You had a message for Mrs. Yocomb?"
"Yes. I wish you would make her realize a little of my unbounded gratitude, which every day increases. In fact, I can't understand the kindness of this family, it is so hearty, so genuine. Why, I was an entire stranger the other day. Then Adah and—pardon me—you also used expressions which puzzle me very much. I can't understand how I became ill so suddenly. I was feeling superbly that Sunday evening, and then everything became a blank. Mrs. Yocomb, from a fear of disquieting me, won't say much about it. The impression that a storm or something occurred that I can't recall, haunts me. You are one that couldn't deceive if you tried."
"You needn't think I've anything to tell when Mrs. Yocomb hasn't," she answered, with a gay laugh.