One of her hands was under the fur and the other under her cheek. She made no sound. She didn’t offer to stir. She didn’t move her eyes, not even after I had added after waiting for a while,
“Just what I expected. You are a cold illusion.”
She smiled mysteriously, right away from me, straight at the fire, and that was all.
CHAPTER VI
I had a momentary suspicion that I had said something stupid. Her smile amongst many other things seemed to have meant that, too. And I answered it with a certain resignation:
“Well, I don’t know that you are so much mist. I remember once hanging on to you like a drowning man . . . But perhaps I had better not speak of this. It wasn’t so very long ago, and you may . . . ”
“I don’t mind. Well . . .”
“Well, I have kept an impression of great solidity. I’ll admit that. A woman of granite.”
“A doctor once told me that I was made to last for ever,” she said.
“But essentially it’s the same thing,” I went on. “Granite, too, is insensible.”