I said, “I was not weary; that I had been quietly occupying myself in the next room.”
“Reading?”
“No”
“What were you doing?” with sharp suspicion.
I answered without disguise:—
“I was writing to Max.”
“Max who?—Oh, I had forgotten his name.”
She turned from me, and lay with her face to the wall, then said:—
“Do you believe in him?”
“Yes, I do.”