Her mood had changed meanwhile; she was abjectly miserable and woebegone.
"I wonder you think it worth while to come to me again," she said.
"Time's nearly up, dear, and Vandervelt is getting ready."
No response except a desolate gesture.
"I hope you've been thinking over all I said."
"I've been thinking of part of it—the last part; the cruel part."
"I'm sorry you look at it in that light. It wasn't meant to be cruel, Nessa; but there, you know that. Have you decided?"
"Have you succeeded in forcing me, you mean?"
"I told you no more than the plain truth. The position's bad enough as it is, without anything more. For me I mean."
"As if I didn't know that! And as if it isn't that which is driving me distracted!"