“It would break her heart,” said Jimmie.
Morland started and looked at Jimmie stupidly, his mental faculties for the second paralysed, incapable of grappling with the idea. Was it scathing sarcasm or sheer idiocy? Recovering his wits, he realised that Jimmie was whole-heartedly, childishly sincere. With an effort he controlled a rebellious risible muscle at the corner of his lip.
“It would give her great pain,” he said in grave acquiescence.
“It's a miserable business,” said Jimmie.
Morland paced the studio. Suddenly he stopped.
“Should there be any unpleasantness over this, can I rely on your help to pull me through?”
“You know you can,” said Jimmie.
Morland looked relieved.
“May I write a note?”
Jimmie pointed to a corner of the long deal table.