"No.... No, I don't want to, Clive—"
"I wish to know!"
"I can't—there is nothing to tell you—" she laid one hand on his coat, almost pleadingly, and looked up
at him out of eyes so dark that only the starry light in them betrayed that they were blue and not velvet black.
"That same thing has happened before," he said, looking at her, deeply perplexed. "Several times since I have known you the same expression has come into your face—as though you were looking at something which—"
"Please don't, Clive!—"
"—Which," he insisted, "I did not see.... Could not see!"
"Clive!"
He stared at her rather blankly: "Why don't you tell me?"
"I—can't!"