"You are crazy!"
"Possibly—believe what you like."
"How did you ever dare? Oh, how awful!"
"If you haven't passed that stage, I'll hold you again."
"No, no—please don't—please stand up again. Sit over there,—I can think better."
"Think quickly. This is Saturday, and to-morrow is their busy day. They may not sit up late to-night."
She arose with a little shrug of desperation that proclaimed her to be in the power of a mad man. She looked at her face in the oval mirror, wiping her eyes and making little passes and pats at her disordered hair. He went over to her.
"No, no—please go over there again. Sit down a moment—let me think. I'll talk to you presently."
There was silence for five minutes. He watched her, while she narrowed her eyes in deep thought.
Then he looked at his watch.