“I’ve decided to take up my work again.”
Since their marriage she had abandoned the modest little field of magazine covers and posters which had formerly been her means of existence.
“Is this a request or an ultimatum?” he said grimly.
She frowned and for a moment, he saw a look of rebellion in her eyes, but almost immediately she looked down at the floor.
“I should like to very much,” she said. “I am rather—rather restless.”
“Then do it by all means,” he said after a moment’s reflection. He would have liked to seek further the reasons of this sudden resolve, yet he hesitated, feeling a certain unease before the answer which might be critical. “Besides, Inga, it isn’t for me to say what you should or shouldn’t do.”
“Yes, I know,” she said, “but I wanted to tell you.”
He caught her hand as she turned to depart.
“Are you unhappy, Inga?” he said abruptly.
She shook her head.