“Oh, no, no. I didn’t know what I was saying.”
All her mood had changed.
“I must have forgotten Stevens and the other maids.”
Then she moved away from him, over to the round table where the dead lamp still gave an occasional flicker.
She tried it this way and that, but there was no flame, only flicker.
“You always take me so seriously, misunderstand me.”
He came near her again.
“I don’t think I misunderstand you,” he said tenderly.
“I am sorry,” she answered vaguely. “It was my fault.”
“Fault! You have not a fault!”