"I wish I dared ask you some questions," I said.
"Oh, but you mustn't!" she broke out, with a quick intuition of what I meant.
"Why mustn't?" I asked.
"Oh, because—because——" she returned. "I wouldn't like to fib to you, and I wouldn't like to tell you the truth—and it would make me feel hot and uncomfortable——"
"What would?" I asked.
"You see, if I really cared for him, it would be different," she said. "But I don't—and that's all."
"Lady Grizzle over again?" I ventured.
"Not altogether," she said, "you see she was perfectly mad about somebody else—which really was hard lines for her, poor thing— while I——"
"Oh, please go on!" I said, as she hesitated.
"Fyles," she said, with the ghost of a sigh, "this isn't day- dreaming at all, and I'm going to give you another cup of tea and change the subject."