“But isn’t that a half-measure?” asked Ursula at length.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “You’ll be able to tell me if it is.”
Again there was a pause of some minutes’ duration. He was thinking.
“One must throw everything away, everything—let everything go, to get the one last thing one wants,” he said.
“What thing?” she asked in challenge.
“I don’t know—freedom together,” he said.
She had wanted him to say ‘love.’
There was heard a loud barking of the dogs below. He seemed disturbed by it. She did not notice. Only she thought he seemed uneasy.
“As a matter of fact,” he said, in rather a small voice, “I believe that is Hermione come now, with Gerald Crich. She wanted to see the rooms before they are furnished.”
“I know,” said Ursula. “She will superintend the furnishing for you.”