"Oh, it could never be that—the work of another."
"I want to identify myself with you."
There was another silence. And this time it was a long one. At last Claude moved, turned round to face Charmian fully, and said, with the voice of one making a strong, almost a desperate effort:
"You wish to know what I've been working on during these weeks when I've been in my room?"
"Yes."
"I haven't been working on anything."
"What?"
"I haven't been working at all."
"Not working!"
"No."