"Really, dear, it would have to be a very old and shortsighted rabbit to allow me to trap it, and you are neither. You must explain."
Nora lifted her face. She was laughing, but she was also very near crying.
"I mean—that is how you make me feel," she said. "I can defy other people when they want to do any soul-exploring on my territory. I just shut my mouth and my heart, and leave them out in the cold. But you are different. You mesmerise me till I not only have to tell you what I am feeling, but I positively want to—even though it is the most disgraceful, most disreputable feeling possible."
"And just now——?"
"It was a thought."
"What sort of a thought?"
"A dreadful one."
"Couldn't you tell me?"
"Of course I can—I must—but——"
"Well?"