Daisy hesitated. Ransom was cutting a pencil vigorously, but as she was silent he looked up.
"Why didn't you tell him? did you tell him afterwards?"
"Why, no, Ransom!"
"Well, why didn't you? that's what I want to know. Didn't you tell anybody?"
"No, of course not."
"Why didn't you, then?"
"Ransom," said Daisy, doubtfully.
"What? I think you're turned queer."
"I don't know whether you'd understand me."
"Understand you! That's a good one! I couldn't understand you!
I should rather like to have you try."