“Well, I’m thinking it out.”
He appeared to watch this labour. “But with no light yet?”
“When it comes I’ll tell you.”
He hung fire once more but an instant. “You didn’t yourself work the thing again?”
She rose at this in strange sincerity. “I think, you know, you go very far.”
“Why, didn’t we just now settle,” he promptly replied, “that it’s all instinctive and unconscious? If it was so that night at Tishy’s—!”
“Ah, voyons, voyons,” she broke in, “what did I do even then?” He laughed out at something in her tone. “You’d like it again all pictured—?”
“I’m not afraid.”
“Why, you just simply—publicly—took her back.”
“And where was the monstrosity of that?”