Her face was averted. Her voice had not the bantering note with which she had spoken at her entry.
"You never answered it."
"Well, I'd just seen you—just before I got it."
She was looking out of the window. "Why haven't you been up?"
"Oh—I don't know. I was coming."
"Well, I had to come," she said.
He made no reply. He could think of none to make.
II
She turned sharply away from the window and came towards him, radiant again, as at her entry. And in her first bantering tone, "I know you hate it," she smiled, resuming her first suggestion, "me coming here, like this. It makes you feel uncomfortable. You always feel uncomfortable when you see me, Marko. I'd like to know what you thought when they told you I was here—"
He started to speak.