“I didn’t,” he retorted, amazed at the accusation.
“Then you ought to have talked.”
“I thought we were superior to such conventions.”
“That is an excuse for sheer laziness on your part. And even if you are superior,” she added, inconsequently, “I am not. What were you thinking about?”
“Shall I tell you of what you were thinking?”
“You can’t.”
“Out in the great space you saw all the future days weaving for you a dress of blue and gold, of hopes and fulfilment. You saw how they smiled at you, you were glad of the love they bore you, the good they were bringing you. You felt in your own soul how you belonged to them, you were a part of all this dear living world.”
“Don’t, don’t,” she cried, half under her breath.
“Isn’t it true?” he insisted.
“You have no business, no right to know. Christopher, how dare you.” Her face flushed with inward emotion, with some fierce resentment that laid hold of 224 her senses without reason and dragged fear in its wake.