“Did you know I was trying to make you get up and come to me?”
“What?”
“Yes! Isn’t it curious? I looked at you and kept thinking, ‘I want you to get up and come to me! I want you to come! I want you!’ And suddenly you got up and came!”
He looked at her out of curious, unsmiling eyes:
“It’s your turn, after all, Dulcie.”
“How is it my turn?”
“I drew you—in the beginning,” he said slowly.
There was a silence. Then, abruptly, her heart began to beat very rapidly, scaring her dumb with its riotous behaviour. When at length her consternation subsided and her irregular breathing became composed, she said, quite calmly:
“You and all that you are and believe in and care for very naturally attracted me—drew me one evening to your open door.... It will always be the same—you, and what of life and knowledge you represent—will never fail to draw me.”