“And you don’t ever think about her?”
“No—except with vague alarm for the safety of the species.”
Jane laughed. “I don’t want you to be unkind,” she said, but was not displeased.
There was a silence in which Gallatin peered around the great room and his eyes smiled as they sought her face again.
“What are you thinking of?” she asked.
“Of this shelter—and another.”
“Up among the pine trees? Oh, how white and cold it must be there now! It’s ours though, Phil, so personal——”
“I’ll build another—here in New York.”
“Not like this?”