"Not as far as I'm concerned."
"Can't you even tell the truth?" she asked with a desperate attempt to laugh.
"Wait a minute," he said. "Evidently something has gone all wrong——"
"Several things, my solicitous friend; I for one, you for another. Count the rest for yourself."
"What has happened to you, Geraldine?"
"What has always threatened."
"Will you tell me?"
"No, I will not. So don't try to look concerned and interested in a matter that regards me alone."
"But what is it that has always threatened you?" he insisted gently, coming nearer—too near to suit her, for she backed away toward the high latticed window through which the sun poured over the geraniums on the sill. There was a seat under it. Suddenly her knees threatened to give way under her; she swayed slightly as she seated herself; a wave of angry pain swept through her setting lids and lips trembling.
"Now I want you to tell me what it is that you believe has always threatened you."