“But—” she said.
They looked at each other.
“So you didn’t mean it,” he said once more, like a refrain.
Her demeanour changed suddenly. She looked at the clothes on the chairs and on the floor, and went over and stood beside the open suitcase.
“I don’t know what I meant,” she said wearily. “I couldn’t stand it. I was going home.” She gave the suitcase a little kick, and came back to Felix. “But I don’t understand you!” she said. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing,” he said indifferently.
“Felix!” she said desperately. “What has happened? Where are we? Do we love each other? I don’t understand anything any more. Tell me! Help me!”
“I don’t know,” he said slowly.
“Oh!” she said savagely. “You don’t know! Why do you stand there and look at me like that? Are you dead, or am I?”
“I don’t know.”