I began to notice it about a fortnight ago--before you came;
shortly after that talk I had with her that I have just described to
you. Her manner has n't changed and I have no reason to suppose that
she likes me any the less; but she makes a strange impression on me--she
makes me uneasy. It 's only her nature coming out, I suppose--what you
might call her originality. She 's thoroughly original--she 's a kind
of mysterious creature. I suppose that what I feel is a sort of
fascination; but that is just what I don't like. Hang it, I don't want
to be fascinated--I object to being fascinated!"
This little story had taken some time in the telling, so that the two
young men had now reached their hotel.
"Ah, my dear Gordon," said Bernard, "we speak a different language. If
you don't want to be fascinated, what is one to say to you? 'Object to
being fascinated!' There 's a man easy to satisfy! Raffine, va!"
"Well, see here now," said Gordon, stopping in the door-way of the inn;
"when it comes to the point, do you like it yourself?"
"When it comes to the point?" Bernard exclaimed. "I assure you I don't
wait till then. I like the beginning--I delight in the approach of it--I
revel in the prospect.
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