‘Have you enough to live on?’ asked Ursula.

‘Yes — I’ve about four hundred a year. That makes it easy for me.’

There was a pause.

‘And what about Hermione?’ asked Ursula.

‘That’s over, finally — a pure failure, and never could have been anything else.’

‘But you still know each other?’

‘We could hardly pretend to be strangers, could we?’

There was a stubborn pause.

‘But isn’t that a half-measure?’ asked Ursula at length.

‘I don’t think so,’