He was evidently trying to comprehend and digest what she had said. She watched him, saw surprise and incredulity in conflict with uneasiness and with the belief he could not avoid from lips that were not fashioned for lies, and from eyes never made to even look untruths.
"I had never supposed there was such a thing as real clairvoyance," he said at last.
She remained silent, her candid gaze on him.
"I believe that you believe it, of course."
She smiled, then sighed:
"There is no pleasure in it to me. I wish it were not so."
"But, if it is so, you ought to find it—interesting—"
"No."
"Why not? I should think you would!—if you can see—things—that other people cannot."