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But he did not. For once his brain was clouded, and he felt confused.
He had completely lost the thread of his thoughts.
"I can't," he said, abruptly.
"Why not?"
"I've forgotten. I've not thoroughly worked the thing out. Another
time. Besides--besides, I'm sure I bore you with my eternal talk about
my work. You've been such a kind, such a sympathetic friend and
encourager that--"
He broke off, thinking of that face. Was it possible that through all
these years Hermione had been playing a part with him, had been
pretending to admire his talent, to care for what he was doing, when
really she had been bored by it? Had the whole thing been a weariness
to her, endured perhaps because she liked him as a man? The thought
cut him to the very quick, seared his self-respect, struck a blow at
his pride which made it quiver, and struck surely also a blow at
something else.
His life during all these years--what would it have been without
Hermione's friendship? Was he to learn that now?
He looked at her.


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