“Could you live always out of the world?” he asked her.
“But it wouldn’t be out of the world.”
“Away from people—with me?”
“With you?”
She looked at him for a moment almost as if startled. Then there came into her brown eyes a scrutiny that seemed half-inward, as if it were partially applied to herself.
“It’s difficult to be certain what one could do. I suppose one has several sides.”
“Ah! And your singing side?”
“I want to speak about that.”
Her voice was suddenly more practical, and her whole look and manner changed, losing in romance and strangeness, gaining in directness and energy.
“We’ve never discussed it.”