“Did you?” he replied, and he laughed. “Well then, we’re quits, because I liked yours.”

He looked at her with queer darkened eyes.

“Would you like to go upstairs now?” he asked her, in a strangled sort of voice.

“No, not here. Not now!” she said heavily, though if he had used any power over her, she would have gone, for she had no strength against him.

He turned his face away again, and seemed to forget her.

“I want to touch you like you touch me,” she said. “I’ve never really touched your body.”

He looked at her, and smiled again. “Now?” he said.

“No! No! Not here! At the hut. Would you mind?”

“How do I touch you?” he asked.