"But the future, Bess," he challenged, "your future. You can't go on this way indefinitely. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Haven't you ever thought of it?"
"It seems to me I've thought of nothing else—for an age."
"And you've decided nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Again the man drew a long breath; but even thereafter his voice trembled.
"Let me decide for you then, Bess," he said.
"You?" The girl inspected him slowly through level eyes. "By what right should you be permitted to decide?"
The man returned her look. Of a sudden he had become calm. His eyes were steady. Deep down in his consciousness he realised that he would win, that the moment was his moment.