"Tell me." "I will.

I'm telling myself now." She laughed, stole a glance at him, then her face fell.
"I certainly don't know what you mean, and I'm not very sure that you know." She was right; he did not yet know.

Strange, swift pulses were beating in temple and throat; strange tumults and confusion were threatening his common sense, paralyzing will-power.

A slow, resistless intoxication had enveloped him, through which instinctively persisted one warning ray of reason.

In the light of that single ray he strove to think clearly.