I could no more answer or interrupt him than I could soar up between the dry tree-boughs to heaven.

I stand before him with parted lips, and staring eyes fixed in a stony, horrid astonishment on his face.
"Nancy," he says, coming a step nearer, and speaking in almost a whisper, "_you_ are not glad either! For once speak the truth! Hypocrisy is always difficult to you.

You are the worst actress I ever saw--speak the truth for once! Who is there to hear you but me?
I, who know it already--who have known it ever since that first evening in Dresden! Do you recollect ?--but of course you do--why do I ask you?
Why should you have forgotten any more than I ?" Still I am silent.

Though I stand in the free clear air of heaven, I could not feel more choked and gasping were I in some close and stifling dungeon, hundreds of feet underground.

I think that the brook must have got into my brain, there is such a noise of bubbling and brawling in it.
Barbara, Roger, Algy, a hundred confused ideas of pain and dismay jostle each other in my head.
"Why do you look at me so ?" he says, hoarsely.