"What is it?" she asked.
He waved her back and said, hastily:
"Stop right where you are! Don't come any nearer. For the love of Mike, don't!"
She had been thinking of treating him coldly, to keep him at a distance.
"What is it?" she asked again, and again advanced.
"Don't!" said H. R., with a frown.
She now felt alarmed, without giving herself any reason for it.
"Wh-what's the m-matter?" she asked.
"You!" he answered. "You!"
She stared at him. He was looking at her so queerly that naturally she thought something had happened to her face. She looked into the mirror on her right. It was not so. Another look fully confirmed this. So she looked at him. His expression had lost some of its anxiety.