"Now I know what I want to know," he said, watching her closely with almost an animal joy in this sudden revelation of an appetite in her.
"It's a wonderful stone," she said in a whisper; then she drew it off slowly, as though the flesh rebelled, and held it out to him, turning away her eyes.
"Keep it."
She raised her eyes and looked at him steadily.
"You are cleverer than I thought," she said.
"Keep it."
"Is this for information about Majendie?" she said slowly.
"Not for that."
"For what, then?" she said steadily.
"For a whim."