"Well," demanded her reflection, "what are you going to do now?"
"Do? I shall go on as I have always done."
"Shall you?"
"Why not? There is Ben. Perhaps we shall go out into the country to live—perhaps we shall travel."
"Shall you?"
"That is certainly the sensible thing to do."
"Shall you?"
She smoothed back the hair from her throbbing temples.
"He looked very much in need of help," suggested the mirror.
"Who?"