She turned and turned the fork. Peter's eyes were fastened on her face, hungrily, abjectly. She slowly nodded.
“But, Sue, you and I—”
She drew a long breath, faced him. “I've got to finish the pictures, Peter.”
“Sue, you can't—”
“I simply won't talk about this out here. But it would wreck Jacob if I stopped now.”
It seemed to the Worm that Peter had to make a desperate effort to comprehend this. His brows were knit, his eyes wandering. Finally he said: “But, Sue, good God! You don't understand. Zanin has wrecked me.”
“I'm not sure about that. If we finish the pictures. If we don't—yes.”
Peter's hands gripped the edge of the table. “Sue—Zanin has been talking with you!”
“Please, Peter—not so loud!”
“Has he? Answer me!”