“I think so. Ask a lawyer, anyway. There may be steps to take—I don’t know. All the same—do you really want to go to France and study art? Do you really mean to sail on this ship?”
“Yes.”
“You feel confidence in yourself? You feel sure of yourself?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got the backbone to see it through?”
“Yes. It’s got to be done.”
“All right, if you feel that way.” He made no move, 128 however, but sat there watching her. After a while he looked at his watch again:
“I’m going to ring up a taxi,” he said. “You might as well go on board and get some sleep. What time does she sail?”
“At five thirty, I believe.”
“Well, we haven’t so very long, then. There’s my bedroom—if you want to fix up.”