"The first time for two days?"
No reply.
"I wonder why he didn't ask you?"
"I wonder," she repeated.
"Have you no idea?"
With that she suddenly confronted me. She stood with her hands on either side of the window-frame, dark against the morning light. She looked straight into my eyes.
"Isn't this rather a catechism, George?" she said. "Your tone too. I want you to tell me something. It's this; Are these really the questions you're wanting to ask me?"
She said it with the proudest calm; but whatever it was that existed between us made me for some moments longer as calm as herself.
"I do want to know those things. Otherwise I shouldn't have asked you."
"Oh, I'm afraid I said it badly. That's not what I meant. I mean are those the only questions you want to ask me?"