Then he began to ask me questions, not actually about anything, but odd questions like, Where was I born?
and Why did I read the Bible?
and things like that--just to make me comfortable--and his eyes were so funny, red and small and never still.

Then he got to you." The misery now in Bunning's eyes was more than Olva could bear.

It was dumb, uncomprehending misery, the unhappiness of something caught in a trap--and that trap this glittering dancing world! "Then he got to you! He always asked me the same questions.

How long I'd known you ?--Why we got on together when we were so different ?--silly meaningless things--and he didn't listen to my answers.

He was always thinking of the next things to ask and that frightened me so." The misery in Bunning's eyes grew deeper.
"Suddenly I thought I saw what was meant--that I was intended to take it on myself.