All she said was: "It wouldn't. I know him better than you. I have no fear of him."
"You think he loves you?"
"I don't know. Possibly. Probably.... But it would all come back so easily."
"And what then? Do you think he would be happy?"
"We should be happy." She added, with a new note in her voice: "Think of it—in all my life the happiest moments have been with Terry, and in all his life the happiest moments have been with me.... And yet you ask me such questions!"
She laid her hand gently on my arm as she went on: "Don't be angry with me for what I'm going to do. If it's wrong, then I choose to do wrong—deliberately and with my eyes open. We all have that right, haven't we?"
"It's a terrible right."
"Yes, I know. But don't preach—I'm past all that."
"I'm not preaching. It's just that I think it's such a frightful mistake from your own point of view."
"No, no...."