I keep on—incessantly—in silence and alone—brooding on that very thought.
Yes, that seems to me perfectly natural.
[Looks somewhat searchingly at her.] Perhaps you have noticed it already?
No, indeed I haven't.
But just now—when you said you thought I was—off my balance? In one thing, you said—
Oh, I was thinking of something quite different.
What was it?
I am not going to tell you.
[Crosses the room.] Well, well—as you please. [Stops at the bow-window.] Come here, and I will show you something.
[Approaching.] What is it?