On their way together among the trees she looked up at him almost piteously: "You must go if you talk to me again like this.

I could not endure very much of it." "I don't know what I am going to do," he said in the same curiously deadened voice.

"You must tell me more." "I cannot.

I am--uncertain of myself.

I can't think clearly when we--when you speak to me--this way.