Winston looked up in unfeigned surprise.
"You weren't?"
"Let's not talk of this now. It's finished."
"Tell me what you meant."
Helen looked at Winston. There was a suggestion of yielding in her eyes. Her lips trembled on the verge of speech; then they set, voiceless. Why should she tell Winston of her fears of Elijah? That, driven to desperation, as she knew he was, she feared that in some way he would thwart the work that was now completed.
"Sometime, perhaps; not now." She was not quite herself. "This will stay here forever?" She evidently wished to be reassured.
"Unless something happens."
"But what can happen?" She questioned anxiously.
"A very simple thing might destroy the whole thing in an hour."
Helen's face grew white.