“Yes, if you wish.”
“If I wish—if I wish—you told me that once before, you recall.”
“Yes.”
“And I proceeded to frighten you—horribly. You said so.”
“Yes,” again.
“Does that mean you wish to be frightened again? Do you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy it? I don’t know. I’m curious to listen, if you care to tell me.”
Roberts had stretched himself luxuriously on 229 the cool sod. He looked up steadily, through the tangled leaves, at the dotted blue beyond.
“There’s nothing to frighten you this time,” he said. “Nothing to tell much, just—money.”
“I gathered as much.”