"You see—I'm not afraid because I've been reading him; I've been reading him because I was afraid. Not even afraid, exactly. As a matter of fact while you're reading about it you're so interested that you forget about yourself. It's only when you've finished that you wonder."
"What makes you wonder?"
He threw Maudsley aside and sat down in the big armchair.
"That's just what I don't think I can tell you."
"You used to tell me things, Mary. I remember a little girl with short hair who asked me whether cutting off her hair would make me stop caring for her."
"Not you caring for me."
"Precisely. So, if you can't tell me who can you tell?"
"Nobody."
"Come, then…. Is it because of your father? Or Dan?"
She thought: "After all, I can tell him."