"Is there anything—"
"Don't! Don't!" she begged; but he went on, still staring at her:
"Is there any reason for you to—not to be frank with me? Is there, Athalie?"
"No; no reason.... I'll tell you ... if you will understand. Must I tell you?"
"Yes."
Her head fell; she stood plucking nervously at his fur coat for a while in silence. Then:
"Clive, I—I see clearly."
"What?"
"I mean that I see a—a little more clearly than—some do. Do you understand?"
"No."