“Nor you either—perhaps.”
She rose and approached him. “I’ll keep them on one condition, Max—that you take permanent charge of both of us.” Then seeing that she had produced no change in his expression, she came very close indeed. “There’s no use in looking like a stone image, Max. It won’t save you.”
“Save me! And what is my danger?”
“I’m your danger, my dear.”
“Not any longer, Christine.”
“You mean you don’t love me any more?”
“Not a bit.”
At this she shifted her ground with admirable ease.
“In that case,” she said cheerfully, “we can talk the whole subject over quite dispassionately.”
“Quite, if there were anything to talk over.”