The young girl set her lips, and looked steadfastly before her, as though she would pierce the gathering twilight with her bright and candid eyes.
“I daresay you are right. Anyhow, our talk has been a help. When I may seem to lack courage, it is because I lack conviction. Once convinced, I can depend upon myself.”
“When did these ideas come to you?” asked Sara.
“They have been coming for some time. I have been abroad a good deal, and I have been meeting people who make opinions. I never gave in when I was with them, but I must have been influenced.”
The slight emphasis on the words people and them was too studied to escape Sara's trained hearing. She knew the force of a woman's rhetorical plural.
“I believe you have your convictions now, at this moment,” she said quietly.
“No—not in the final shape.”
“But you can predict the final shape?”
“One more day and then I will decide irrevocably.”