“You don’t understand what a woman would feel who lost her child.”
“Are you sure that you do?”
“Partly. Quite enough to——Don’t let us speak about it any more.”
“No. There’s nothing more futile than imagining horrors that are never coming upon us.”
“I never do it,” she said, with resolute cheerfulness. “But we shall very soon have to say one ‘farewell.’”
“To the Parthenon?”
“Yes.”
“Say it to-night!”
She turned round to face him.
“To-night? Why?”