But I don't know! I want to understand--I want to understand everything! I read books, and there are people--but no one who tells me what I want--I--" "Stop." He lifted his hand.

"I won't act; I shall never 'play' for you again." He was breathless; the witching silence was nothing to what stirred him now.

A singular exaltation rose in him, together with the reckless impulse to speak from the mood her vehement confidence had in-spired.

He gave way to it.
"I know, I know," he said huskily.

"I understand all you mean, all you feel, all you wish.