"I can't know yet; I can't see before me clearly enough."
Mallard was on the point of pressing the question, but he refrained, and shaped his thought in a different way.
"Do you think of remaining in England?"
"Probably I shall."
"You will return to your home in Lancashire?"
"I haven't yet determined," she replied formally.
The dialogue seemed to be at an end. Unobservant of each other, they reached the Via Crucis, which leads up to S. Pietro in Montorio. Arrived at the terrace, they stood to look down on Rome.
"After all, you are tired," said Mallard, when he had glanced at her.
"Indeed I am not."
"But you are hungry. We have been forgetting that it is luncheon-time."