"Possibly."
"Oh, I'm not asking to know!" she said, at once, in a tone of piqued indifference which he appeared not to notice.
"I have been thinking things over, Tilly...."
"Thinking things over? When?"
"At Amsterdam."
"I thought you were so busy!"
"I used to think in my room, in the evenings. About you."
"About me?"
"Yes. Tell me, wouldn't you rather have your own house? You might feel happier if you had a home of your own."
She was silent.