"There's a little more to palmistry than that, I think—an instinctive feeling for character."
"Of course. You must have felt my personality intuitively, or you would never have been able to get it so well. But it was most extraordinary of all, I think, the way you got my name. How do you account for that?"
He felt the net closing about him.
"Oh, I'm sometimes clairaudient."
She took it up with animation. "Are you? I must try to send you a message!"
"Haven't you?" he said, still attempting to keep the talk less serious. "All day I have heard you saying, 'You must learn.' But learn what?"
"It seems so queer to me that you shouldn't know, yourself."
"Then tell me. Explain."
"No, you'll find out, I think."
He waited a while, for a twinge of pain gave him all he could do to control himself. Somehow it sobered him. "I wish I dared to be friends with you."