Wynne shook his head.
“But why not?”
“Did you never have that feeling of wanting to keep something back? How can I explain? If you are thirsty and at last you are within reach of a drink, have you never waited awhile instead of snatching it to your lips?”
“I know.”
“Then that’s why. Only here and there has he entered my life, and somehow each time I felt the better for him. I’m not a very grateful individual, but I’m grateful to Uncle Clem—and I’m grateful for Uncle Clem, too. He sees things very agreeably. When I was a child I thought him a god—and I haven’t altogether outgrown that feeling.”
“Then why do you avoid him?”
“When one goes before the Presence one likes to have something to show.”
“I see.”
He touched her hand lightly.
“Today I have something to show.”