At last she spoke, her voice quiet and level as his own had been.
"It is about Una." "I had hoped," he spoke very softly, "that it was about yourself." She flashed round upon him almost angrily.

"Why do you utter these set speeches to me ?" she demanded.

And then before he could recover from his astonishment to make any answer she had resumed a normal manner, and was talking quickly.
She told him of Una's premonitions about Dick.

Told him, in short, what it was that Una desired to talk to him about.
"You bade her come to me ?" he said.
"Of course.

After your promise to me." He was silent and very thoughtful for a moment.