She came up to Palla, took both her hands in an odd, subdued, wistful way.
After a moment she kissed her, and, close to her ear: “Wait, darling.”
Palla did not understand.
Ilse said: “I mean––wait before you ever take any step to––to prove any theory––or belief.”
Still Palla did not comprehend.
“With––Jim,” said Ilse in a low voice.
“Oh. Why, of course. But––it could never happen.”
“Why?”
Palla said honestly: “One reason is because he wouldn’t anyway.”