"Mr. Donaldson," she said, and he caught the shuddering fear in her voice, "are you keeping anything from me?"
"I don't know what you mean, but I will come up so that you may see there has been no change."
"I still think you are concealing something."
"Nothing that is not better concealed; nothing that you could help."
"I should rather know. I do not like being guarded in that way."
"We all have to guard one another. You in your turn guard me."
"From what?"
"Many things. You are doing it now—this minute."
"From what?" she insisted.
"From myself."