I leant forward a little and took hold of my glass very tightly. “You two,” I said, “will marry?”
They looked at one another.
Nettie spoke very softly. “I did not mean to marry when I came away,” she said.
“I know,” I answered. I looked up with a sense of effort and met Verrall’s eyes.
He answered me. “I think we two have joined our lives. . . . But the thing that took us was a sort of madness.”
I nodded. “All passion,” I said, “is madness.” Then I fell into a doubting of those words.
“Why did we do these things?” he said, turning to her suddenly.
Her hands were clasped under her chin, her eyes downcast.
“We had to,” she said, with her old trick of inadequate expression.
Then she seemed to open out suddenly.