“I saw Beattie just now, as I said. I believe she guessed. I didn’t tell her.”
“But how could she guess such a thing if you gave her no hint?”
“That’s just what I have been wondering.”
Rosamund was silent. She went away from him and stood by the fire, turning her back to him. He waited for a moment, then he went to the hearth.
“Don’t you think perhaps it’s best for a man to decide such a thing quite alone? It’s a man’s job, and each man must judge for himself what he ought to do in such a moment. If you had asked me not to go I should have felt bound to go all the same.”
“But I should have said ‘Go.’ Then you never understood me in Greece? All our talks told you nothing about me? And now Robin is here—you thought I should ask you not to go!”
She turned round. She seemed almost passionately surprised.
“Perhaps—in a way—I wished to think that.”
“Why? Did you wish to despise me?”
“Rosamund! As if I could ever do that.”