“When you said you forgave me, did you in very truth forgive?”
“Yes.”
“And if I say no more now, will it be better for me afterwards?”
“No, I cannot say that.”
“Never?”
But she remained silent, still gazing seawards.
“Will you not say?”
“I warned you not to speak.”
“But it is horrible—this silence and suspense.”
“We all have to bear horrible things—worse things than this.”