‘Yes,’ I answered softly and obediently.
‘Carlotta! Listen! Our two lives are in our hands at this moment—this moment while we talk here.’
His rapt eyes had not stirred from the fire.
‘I feel it,’ I said.
‘What are we to do? What shall we decide to do?’
He slowly turned towards me. I lowered my glance.
‘I don’t know,’ I said.
‘Yes, you do, Carlotta,’ he insisted. ‘You do know.’
His voice trembled.
‘Mary and I are such good friends,’ I said. ‘That is what makes it so—’