"In what way? You are not in love, are you, Karen?"
"I think—a—little."
"With whom?"
No answer.
"Not with me?"
"Yes." She turned swiftly in the depths of her chair to confront him as he sprang to his feet.
"Wait!" she managed to say; and remained silent, one slim hand against her breast. And, after a moment: "Would you not come any nearer, please."
"Karen——"
"Not now, please.... Sit there where you were.... I can tell you better—all I know—about it."
She bent again over her needle, sewing half blindly, the hurrying pulses making her hand unsteady. After he was seated she turned her head partly around for a moment, looking at him with a fascinated and almost breathless curiosity.