He buys almost mechanically, and turns back to me.
"I was saying," he says, "the past rules us absolutely. These dreams——"
His sentence does not complete itself. He looks nervous and irritated.
"You have a trick at times," he says instead, "of making your suggestions so vivid——"
He takes a plunge. "If you don't mind," he says in a sort of quavering ultimatum, "we won't discuss that aspect of the question—the lady, I mean—further."
He pauses, and there still hangs a faint perplexity between us.