was speaking at intervals almost as though talking in an undertone to
herself:

"I'm in--perplexity. I've been troubled. Perhaps that is what makes me
tolerant of you; perhaps that's why I'm glad to see you.... Trouble is a
new thing to me. I thought I had troubles--perhaps I had as a child. But
this is deeper, different, disquieting."

"Are you in love?" he asked.

"No."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then what----"

"I can't tell you. Anyway, it won't last. It can't, ... Can it?"

She looked around at him, and they both laughed a little at her
inconsequence.

"I feel better for pretending to tell you, anyway," she said, as they
halted before high iron gates hung between two granite posts from which
the woven wire fence of the game park, ten feet high, stretched away
into the darkening woods on either hand.

"This is the Sachem's Gate," she said; "here is the key; unlock it,
please."