What was it?
Don't talk in circles.

What words did you feel--in your brain ?" In spite of himself, Lone felt as he had when the girl had talked to him and called him Charlie.
Swan closed the gate behind him with steady hands.

His lips were pressed firmly together, as if he had definitely made up his mind to something.
Lone was impressed somehow with Swan's perfect control of his speech, his thoughts, his actions.

But he was puzzled rather than anything else, and when Swan turned, facing him, Lone's bewilderment did not lessen.
"I'll tell you.

It's when I'm sitting down to eat my supper.