He straightened himself, but did not move away. His eyes were still intent on hers, as if he could not avoid her gaze, and for a while neither of them spoke or moved. Then she smiled at him.
"You're a funny boy," she said. "Won't you sit down!" and again she pointed to the chair.
His answer was so low that he could hardly hear himself speak, and at first he thought she had not heard him. "I'd better go," he said.
"Not yet," she answered. "You needn't go yet!"
"I'd better...."
She put out her hand and made him sit down.
"There's no hurry," she said.
He leant back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms of it and folding his fingers under his chin.
"You look frightened," she said.
"I am," he answered.