He began to write again.
He looked out of his window at the window of the house opposite.
He went on with his writing till he had covered the whole page. Again he tore the paper up and threw it from him.
"I'm going, Jasper."
He turned to see her standing in the center of the room, her heavily lidded eyes fixed on the floor.
"I told you you could stay here!"
"I'd best be going, Jasper."
"Sit down, over there; and do be still."
"I seem to bother you. You haven't started to write. Is it because I'm here, Jasper?"
"You!" He snorted contemptuously. "What've you got to do with it?"