With difficulty her lips framed the monosyllable "Yes." Peter bent forward.

They were sitting together on the wide window-seat, the sound of the traffic from below coming murmuringly to their ears like some muted diapason.
"Nan"-- Peter spoke very quietly--"Nan--was he the man ?" She nodded voicelessly.

Peter made a quick gesture as though to lay his hand over hers, then checked it abruptly.
"My dear," he said, "do you still care ?" "No, I don't think so," she answered uncertainly.

"I--I'm not sure.

Oh, Peter, how difficult life is!" He assented briefly.