“Then I’ll wait.”
“Good-bye, then,” she laughed, “until your leisure day arrives.”
She climbed the rock, stepping as strongly and surely as a lithe animal. At the top, the spirit of roguery, ever on her lips and eyes, struck in and possessed her soul.
“O disciple of science!” she called.
“Well?”
“Can you see me?”
“Not from here.”
“Good! I’m a Voice again. So don’t be timid. Will you answer a question?”
“I’ve answered a hundred already. One more won’t hurt.”
“Have you ever been in love?”