No. I'm glad you came. But I feel I can't KNOW anything.
We must just go on.
ANABEL. Sometimes I feel I ought never to have come to Gerald again--
never--never--never.
OLIVER. Just left the gap?--Perhaps, if everything has to come
asunder. But I think, if ever there is to be life--hope,--then you
had to come back. I always knew it. There is something eternal
between you and him; and if there is to be any happiness, it depends
on that. But perhaps there is to BE no happiness--for our part of
the world.
ANABEL (after a pause). Yet I feel hope--don't you?
OLIVER. Yes, sometimes.
ANABEL. It seemed to me, especially that winter in Norway,--I can
hardly express it,--as if any moment life might give way under one,
like thin ice, and one would be more than dead. And then I knew my
only hope was here--the only hope.
OLIVER. Yes, I believe it. And I believe---
(Enter MRS. BARLOW.)
MRS. BARLOW. Oh, I wanted to speak to you, Oliver.
OLIVER. Shall I come across?
MRS. BARLOW. No, not now. I believe father is coming here with
Gerald.
OLIVER. Is he going to walk so far?
MRS. BARLOW. He will do it.--I suppose you know Oliver?
ANABEL. Yes, we have met before.
MRS. BARLOW (to OLIVER). You didn't mention it. Where have you met
Miss Wrath? She's been about the world, I believe.
ANABEL. About the world?--no, Mrs. Barlow.
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