Dion felt chilled almost to the bone.
“I can’t understand,” he almost burst out, in an uncontrolled way that surprised himself. “Are you completely self-sufficing then? But it isn’t natural. Could you live alone?”
“I didn’t say that.”
She looked at him steadily and calmly, without a hint of anger.
“But could you?”
“I don’t know. Probably not. I’ve never tried.”
“But you don’t hate the idea?”
His voice was almost violent.
“No; if—if I were living in a certain way.”
“What way?”