it wouldn't be fair of me, would it?\" He spoke insistently, almost pleading with her in his eagerness to cover up that yawning silence.
She said slowly: \"No; it wouldn't be fair.\"
The fire had crumbled down to greyness, and one of the lamps made a gurgling appeal for attention. Madame Olenska rose, wound it up and returned to the fire, but without resuming her seat.
Her remaining on her feet seemed to signify that there was nothing more for either of them to say,
it wouldn't be fair of me, would it?\" He spoke insistently, almost pleading with her in his eagerness to cover up that yawning silence.
She said slowly: \"No; it wouldn't be fair.\"
The fire had crumbled down to greyness, and one of the lamps made a gurgling appeal for attention. Madame Olenska rose, wound it up and returned to the fire, but without resuming her seat.
Her remaining on her feet seemed to signify that there was nothing more for either of them to say,
