"But a most interesting one!" "That I have met you before—" "Not perhaps ’met’—" "That Fancy Gray is in love with me—" "Oh, I didn’t say that!" "But you suspect it?" "If I did, it was impertinent of me. It’s none of my business." "Well, you won’t come again—you’ve quite satisfied your curiosity by seeing me?" "Quite. I’ve confirmed all my suspicions." "What were they?" Clytie laughed. "Really, you’re pushing me a little too hard, Mr. Granthope. I’d be glad to have you call here, sometime, if you care to. But my psychic powers are quite keen enough already. They rather frighten me. I want them only explained. As I say, it’s embarrassing, sometimes. I hate to speak of what I feel—it’s all so groundless and it sounds silly." "You know more, then, than you mention?" "Oh, much!" "About me, for instance?" "Yes. But it’s vague and indefinite. It needn’t worry you." "Even though you disapprove?" She laughed again. "You may take that as a compliment, if you like." He nodded. "It is something that you care." "I’m mainly curious to see what you’ll do—" "Oh, you’re expecting something, then?" "I’m watching to see. I confess I shall watch you. I said that you interested me—that’s what I mean. You’re going to—well, change." As she stood between him and the light her soft hair showed as fine and crisp as spun glass. Her lips were sensitively curved with a flitting smile, her eyes were dreamy again. Everything about her bespoke a high spiritual caste, but, to Granthope, this only accented the desirability of her bodily self—it would make her the greater prize, unlike anything he had, so far, been able to win. He had an epicure’s delight in feminine beauty, and he knew how its flavor should be finely tinctured by mind and soul; even beauty was not exciting without that, and of mere beauty he had his fill. Besides, she had unexpected reserves of emotion that he was continually tempted to arouse. But so far he had hopelessly misplayed his part, and he longed to prove his customary skill with women. "Well," he said finally, offering his hand, "I hope I’ll be able to satisfy you, sooner or later. I’ll come, soon, for a report!" "Oh, my mood may have changed, by that time." He gave her the farewell amenities and went down the path to the gate. There he turned and saw her still watching him. He waved his hat and went down the steps, his mind restless with thoughts of her.