Her fingers fluttered in his, but he would not release them.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
She felt as if he was overpowering her and forcing her to do what he wanted until with a little cry she snatched her hand away.
“You are – hypnotising me and I am – frightened.”
She moved away from him to stand once again at the window and she knew without looking back that his hand lay open on the rug that covered his knees.
She was not only frightened of what he had said but also by what she felt when he touched her.
It was a feeling that she had never known before.
She had thought that she felt helpless and dominated by someone stronger than herself, and there had been another feeling too, which she could neither analyse nor have any wish to do so.
“There is something I want to say – ” he began,
