“In half an hour.”
I said nothing.
Edwarda was turning restlessly this way and that.
“Doctor, don't you think we may as well go home again?” she said. “I have done what I came for to do.”
“You have done what you came to do,” said the Doctor.
She laughed, humiliated by his everlasting correction, and answered:
“Wasn't that almost what I said?”
“No,” he answered shortly.
I looked at him. The little man stood there cold and firm; he had made a plan, and he carried it out to the last. And if he lost after all? In any case, he would never show it; his face never betrayed him.
It was getting dusk.