He answered calmly: 'Écoute, chérie. When do you see him again?'
'I'm to take him for a drive tomorrow.'
'My dear Edith, promise me one thing; don't undertake anything yet.'
'But why not?'
'You mustn't. This may be merely an impulse; you may change again. It may be a passing mood.'
'I don't think it is,' said Edith. 'Anyhow, it's my wish at present.
It's the result of thinking, remember—not of his persuasion.'
'Go for a drive, but give him no hope yet.' He took both her hands. 'Make no promise, except to me. Don't I know you well? I doubt if you could do it.'
'Yes, I could! I could go through anything if I were determined, and if I had the children safe.'
'Never mind that for the present. Live for the day. Will you promise me that?'
She hesitated for a moment.