"Well!" I said, as quietly as I could--"Do please finish what you were
saying!"
"It goes back to the time when I first saw you," she continued, now
speaking quickly as though anxious to get it over--"You will perhaps
hardly remember the occasion. It was at that great art and society
"crush" in London where there was such a crowd that hundreds of people
never got farther than the staircase. You were pointed out to me as a
"psychist"--and while I was still listening to what was being said
about you, my father came up with you on his arm and introduced us.
When I saw you I felt that your features were somehow familiar,--though
I could not tell where I had met you before,--and I became very anxious
to see more of you. In fact, you had a perfect fascination for me! You
have the same fascination now,--only it is a fascination that terrifies
me!"