She sought for means of escape, to bring their conversation down to the level where alone safety lay.

She moved her chair a little farther back into the scented chamber, as though she found the sunlight too dazzling.
"You are like so many of the men who work for us," she said.

"You are just a little tired, aren't you?
You come down here to rest, and I dig up all the old problems and ask you to vex yourself with them.

We must talk about slighter things.

You are going to shoot here this season--perhaps hunt, later on ?" "I do not think so," he answered.