He drew a little nearer to her.
“Sometimes I have fancied that perhaps, that day at Burstal, you suddenly realized that love might be a more powerful upholder of life than ambition ever could be.”
“Sometimes? And you thought it first on the downs, or at any rate after the concert?”
“I think I did.”
“Do you realize,” she said slowly, and as if with an effort, “that you and I have never discussed my singing in ‘Elijah’?”
“I know we never have.”
“Let us do it now,” she continued, still seeming to make a strong effort.
“But why should we?”
“I want to. Didn’t I sing well?”
“I thought you sang wonderfully well.”