He did not answer.
"Was it?" she insisted, turning the full blue blaze of her eyes on him.
He started. "Of course it wasn't. You don't suppose I'd have said so if it had been, do you?"
"A-ah! So, if you could live your life over again, you wouldn't turn me out of it? I didn't take up much room, did I? Only two years."
"Two years?"
"That was all. And you'd let me stay in for my two poor little years. Well, that's something. It's a great deal. It's more than some women get."
"Yes. More than some women get."
"Poor Wallie. I'm afraid you wouldn't live your life again."
"No. I wouldn't."
"I would. I'd live mine, horrors and all. Just for those two little years. I say, if we'd keep each other in for those two years, we needn't turn each other out now, need we?"