She might not have heard. I thought she was never going to reply. She drew the shawl a little more closely about her shoulders, and I crossed the room and closed the windows. Then I returned to my place in front of her.
At last she spoke.
"I suppose you may ask that," she said. "The answer is—Yes."
"You've considered it?"
"Yes."
"Everything it would mean?"
"Yes."
"And you think you've—the right?"
She stared at me. "The right?"
"Yes, the right. Look at it this way. There's no doubt at all about one thing; he isn't the same man to-day, or at any rate he isn't in the same mood, that he was two days ago. He may be just deliberately putting his work aside for a day, or—he may be the other thing. He may be going on with his book on Monday morning—or he may be quite past it already. It makes a good deal of difference to you which of these two men he is."