"Things," she said wildly and vaguely, "get hold of you. And yet, you'd have thought I'd cut myself loose from most."
"Cut yourself looser."
"But—from what?"
"Your relations."
"How can I. I wouldn't if I could."
"Your friends, then—Nina, Laura, Prothero, Nicky—me."
"You? I can't do without you."
He smiled. "No, Jinny. I told you long ago you couldn't."
He was moved, very strangely moved, by her admission. He had not had to help himself to that. She had given it to him, a gift from the unseen.
"Well," he said presently, "what are you going to do?"