You say that you think something threatens you?
What is it ?" "Not what threatens _you_," she said in contempt.
"That is no answer." "It is enough for you to know." He looked her hard in the eyes.

"Perhaps," he said in a low voice, "I know more about you than you imagine I do, Geraldine--_since last April_." She felt the blood leave her face, the tension crisping her muscles; she sat up very straight and slender among the cushions and defied him.
"What do you--think you know ?" she tried to sneer, but her voice shook and failed.
He said: "I'll tell you.

For one thing, you're playing fast and loose with Dysart.

He's a safe enough proposition--but what is that sort of thing going to arouse in you ?" "What do you mean ?" Her voice cleared with an immense relief.

He noted it.
"It's making you tolerant," he said quietly, "familiar with subtleties, contemptuous of standards.