'No, I cannot do that.'
'I am the very person to help your perplexities.'
'But that is assuming you know what they are!'
'Never mind. You will find it is rue. What makes the confusion,
Wych?'
The voice was a temptation; manly and clear, and thrilled through with a hidden tenderness in the last words. Rollo was not studying her face, but piling up his acorns on the ground between them.
'Everything helped make it.'
'Yes. Well?'
'It was not "well" at all,' said Hazel. 'I do not like tangles. And this was unmitigated. I could not pull out one single smooth thread, and present it for your inspection, Mr. Rollo.'
'Unpractical,' said Rollo. 'Make some statement of what you do know.'
'Statements are not precisely in my line,' said Hazel. 'And I am not the least in the habit of telling all I know.'