“No. Well—it might have been worse.”
Again he waited. And again she looked at him vacantly.
“What do you think?” he said.
For answer, she only looked at him with wide eyes.
“Perhaps you would rather decide later.”
“No,” she said. “No. It’s no use deciding later.”
The lawyer watched her with curious eyes, his hand beat a little impatiently.
“I will do my best,” he said, “to get what I can for you.”
“Oh well!” she said. “Better let everything go. I don’t want to hang on. Don’t bother about me at all. I shall go away, anyhow.”
“You will go away?” said the lawyer, and he studied his finger-nails.