Helen turned to Winston. Her great, black eyes were solemn.
"It is finished now, isn't it Ralph?"
"It is."
Helen sighed deeply. It suggested relief from a long, anxious strain.
"Thunder and Mars, Helen! Isn't there anything more in life for you? I can imagine Alexander heaving that sigh when he realized that he'd done the whole world."
"That's where Alexander and I separate. I'm relieved, not regretful."
Winston spoke with feeling.
"It must be a relief, Helen. No one has done more for this work than you."
Helen's reply was unguarded.
"I wasn't thinking of myself."