"But--oh well, I don't believe in explanations.

You'll see things for your-self, perhaps.

And now I'll get you a book.

I won't warn you not to move for I know you can't." With a glance which, true to her promise, was not overburdened with sympathy, his strangely acquired hostess went out and closed the door.
He tried to read the book she had handed him ("Green Mansions"-- ho-r had it wandered out here ?) but his mind could not detach itself.

It insisted upon listening for sounds outside.