He was puzzled.
“Perhaps it does not strike you as real?”
She turned her face away.
“Don’t you know that sometimes things may seem too real?”
He began to be absorbed into her silence of a minute ago. Eve made an effort, and picked up a brush. She guessed that something was happening in the heart of the man beside her, and she wondered whether the cold and conventional light of a more worldly wisdom would break in and enable him to understand.
“Eve!”
“Yes!”
She kept on with her work.
“Do you think that I have been talking like a fool?”
“Oh, no, not that.”