You know what she does--she hugs me and runs away.

She has an instinct about me and feels that I've one about her.

And then she dislikes me for another reason that I'm not quite clear about, but that I'm well aware of and that I shall find out some day.

So far as her settling with me goes it would be impossible moreover here; she wants naturally enough a much wider field.

She must live in London--her game is there.