Her closed eyelids quivered: "We'll both—there won't be anything left of either of us if anything does happen," she said tremulously. "I am not afraid.... Only tell me when to close my ears."
"Do you really think there is danger?"
"I don't know."
He looked at her standing there, pale, plucky,[312] eyes tightly shut, her pretty fingers resting lightly on her ears.
He said: "Would you think me crazy if I tell you something?"
"W-What?"
"Would you think me insane, Jean?"
"I don't think I would."
"You wouldn't consider me utterly mad?"
"N-no."