'But—what?' shouted Dacier, stiffening.
He wanted her positive meaning, as she perceived, having hoped that it was generally taken and current, and the shock to him over.
'I had . . . I had not a suspicion of doing harm, Percy.'
'But what harm have you done? No riddles!'
His features gave sign of the break in their common ground, the widening gulf.
'I went . . . it was a curious giddiness: I can't account for it. I thought . . .'
'Went? You went where?'
'Last night. I would speak intelligibly: my mind has gone. Ah! you look. It is not so bad as my feeling.'
'But where did you go last night? What!—to Tonans?'
She drooped her head: she saw the track of her route cleaving the darkness in a demoniacal zig-zag and herself in demon's grip.