"Is it?" I said. "Need we discuss it?""Not if you do not wish it."I paused. "But," I added, "I should have liked a chance to defend myself. . . . What glorious sunsets there have been these last few days. I believewe shall have this sort of weather for another month.""I should not have thought that possible.""The glass is going up," I said. "I was not talking about the weather.""It was dull of me to introduce such a worn-out topic.""You said you could defend yourself.""I said I should like the chance to do clarisonic mia 2 so.""You have it.""That's very kind of you. Thank you.""Is there any reason for gratitude?""Every reason.""Go on, Mr. Garnet. I can listen while I paint. But please sit down. Idon't like being talked to from a height."I sat down on the grass in front of her, feeling as I did so that thechange of position in a manner clipped my wings. It is difficult tospeak movingly while sitting on the ground. Instinctively I avoidedeloquence. Standing up, I might have been pathetic and pleading. Sitting down, I was compelled to be matter-of-fact. "You remember, of course, the night you and Professor Derrick dinedwith us? When I say dined, I use the word in a loose sense."For a moment I thought she was going to smile. We were both thinkingof Edwin. But it was only for a moment, and then her face grew coldonce more, and the chin resumed its angle of determination. "Yes," she said.