"You are making a mistake, George," she replied calmly and seriously. "You usually make mistakes about me, as a matter of fact. You take me for quite superficial, or God knows what. Well, there's no point in talking about it any more. Anyway, my asking after the child is not quite so incomprehensible. I should very much like to see it sometime."
"You would like to see it?" He was moved.
"Yes, I even had another idea.... But one which you will probably think quite mad."
"Let's hear it, Else."
"I was thinking, you know, we might take it with us."
"Who, we?"
"James and I."
"To England?"
"Who's told you we're going to England? We are staying here. We've already taken a place in 'Cottage'[3] outside. No one need know that it is your child."
"What a romantic thought!"