Inwardly she had staggered from the words as if he had struck her, though he had no reason to suspect that. In response she merely said, pensively: "En sommes nous lá?"
"En sommes nous—where?"
"Where the apple reddens."
"Oh, but everybody's there."
"You mean all married people."
"Married and single."
"But married people more than single."
"I mean that we all have our illusions, and we'd better keep them as long as possible. When we don't—"
"We lose our Edens."
"Exactly."