"Come now," said Desire, hitting an especially big crab, "out with it! There's no use pretending that you don't know." Thus adjured, the self offered one single and sulky word.

The word was "Mary." "Oh, nonsense!" said Desire hastily.
But there it was.

She had forced the answer and had to make the best of it.

Her memory trailed back.

Once started, it had small difficulty in tracking her dissatisfaction to its real beginning.