Again instinct warned him, and he would have fled.
“Not worth it!” he said lightly.
“I can analyze you,” she went on; “but I can’t understand myself. I don’t quite see why you should affect me so. I’m not at all inclined to sentimentality. I’ve never felt like this before.”
He sat in frozen silence.
“And as a perfectly free woman,” went on, “I’m not ashamed to tell you that I want you.”
“Want me to what?” he asked stupidly.
“I’d be even willing to marry you,” she said, “as soon as you get a divorce. I can see that you’re timid and conventional, like most men.”
“Good God!” cried Andrew. “Please—”
“Why not? If you don’t love me now, you will later. I’ll make you. I’ve set my mind on you. I think you’re a fascinating creature!”
“You don’t know me!” he protested feebly.