"So happy and so quiet that I thought you didn't care…. Well, what was
I to think? If you won't marry me."
"That's because I care so frightfully. Don't let's rake that up again."
"Well, there it is."
She thought: "I've no business to come here to his rooms, turning him out, making him so wretched that he can't sleep. No business…. Unless—"
"And we've got to go on living with it," he said.
He thinks I haven't the courage … I can't tell him.
"Yes," she said, "there it is."
Why shouldn't I tell him? … We've only ten days. As long as I'm here nothing matters but Richard … If I keep perfectly still, still like this, if I don't say a word he'll think of it….
"Richard—would you rather I hadn't come?"
"No."