"What were they?"
Clytie laughed. "Really, you're pushing me a little too hard, Mr. Granthope. I'd be glad to have you call here, sometime, if you care to. But my psychic powers are quite keen enough already. They rather frighten me. I want them only explained. As I say, it's embarrassing, sometimes. I hate to speak of what I feel—it's all so groundless and it sounds silly."
"You know more, then, than you mention?"
"Oh, much!"
"About me, for instance?"
"Yes. But it's vague and indefinite. It needn't worry you."
"Even though you disapprove?"
She laughed again. "You may take that as a compliment, if you like."
He nodded. "It is something that you care."
"I'm mainly curious to see what you'll do—"