He looked at her again, then shook his head: "For whom am I to build, Constance?"
She leaned forward, glancing at the unconscious Hamil, then dropped her voice: "Build it for the Boy that Was, Jim."
"A headstone would be fitter—and less expensive."
"I am not asking you to build in memory of the dead. The Boy who Was is only asleep. If you could let him wake, suddenly, in that house—"
A clear flush of surprise stained his skin to the hair. It had been many years since a woman had hinted at any belief in him.
"Don't you know that I couldn't endure the four walls of a house, Constance?"
"You have not tried this house."
"Men—such men as I—cannot go back to the House of Youth."
"Try, Jim."
His hand was shaking as he lifted it to adjust his spectacles; and impulsively she laid her hand on his twitching arm: