Herein lay, perhaps, the secret of Unorna's undefined fear of Keyork and of her still less definable liking for him.
She leaned one elbow on the table and shaded her eyes from the brilliant light.
"I do not know why I should tell you," she said at last.

"You will only laugh at me, and then I shall be angry, and we shall quarrel as usual." "I may be of use," suggested the little man gravely.

"Besides, I have made up my mind never to quarrel with you again, Unorna." "You are wise, my dear friend.

It does no good.

As for your being of use in this case, the most I can hope is that you may find me an explanation of something I cannot understand." "I am good at that.