“So that’s your conversion.”
“Oh, more than that. I know that I’m in life; for it, and that’s more than all such reasoning.”
“And you believe that you’ll go on forever as you are now,” he said. His eyes dwelt on her: “Young and beautiful.”
“Forever; what queer words we must use to try to express it. We are in Forever now. It’s just that one casts in one’s lot, open-eyed, with life.”
“And has Palairet cast in his with death?”
Again the change of color was in her cheek, but it was to pallor now.
“He thinks so.”
“And he doesn’t frighten you?”
She armed herself to smile over Gavan’s old question. “Why should he?”
Grainger left her for some moments of aimless, silent wandering. He came back and paused again before her. He did not answer her.