And at present it frightens me.
Because I cannot make out what it is; and I know, I _know_, he'll do
something some day that--that will shake my life to the very bottom."
She laughed a little at the strangeness of her own description.
I turned to look at her more closely, but the darkness was too great to
show her face. There was an intensity, almost of suppressed passion, in
her voice that took me completely by surprise.
"Nonsense, Joan," I said, a little severely; "you know him well. He's
been with your father for months now."
"But that was in London; and up here it's different--I mean, I feel that
it may be different. Life in a place like this blows away the restraints
of the artificial life at home. I know, oh, I know what I'm saying. I
feel all untied in a place like this; the rigidity of one's nature
begins to melt and flow. Surely _you_ must understand what I mean!"
"Of course I understand," I replied, yet not wishing to encourage her in
her present line of thought, "and it's a grand experience--for a short
time.
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