"Three months all but a fortnight."
"The last time I saw you was the day you went to Wimbledon to sing for the nuns. They have captured you; you are still singing for them."
"You mustn't say a word against the nuns," and she told anecdotes about the convent which interested her, but which provoked him even to saying under his breath, "Miserable folk!"
"I won't allow you to speak like that against my friends."
Owen apologised, saying they had taken her from him. "And you can't expect me to sympathise with people or with an idea that has done this? It wouldn't be human, and I don't think you would like me any better if I did—now would you, Evelyn? Can you say that you would, honestly, hand upon your heart?—if a heart is beating there still."
"A heart is beating—"
"I mean if a human heart is beating."
"It seems to me, Owen, I am just as human, more human than ever, only it is a different kind of humanity."
"Pedantry doesn't suit women, nor does cruelty; cruelty suits no one and you were very cruel when we parted."
"Yes, I suppose I was, and it is always wrong to be cruel. But I had to send you away; if I hadn't I should have been late for the concert. You don't realise, Owen, you can't realise—" And as she said those words her face seemed to freeze, and Owen thought of the idea within her turning her to ice.