I Love You, He Groaned

She sat down on the sofa again, crouching among the festive ripples of her dress like a stricken masquerader. He did not move from his place or raise his head from his hands. His hidden eyeballs went on staring into utter darkness. The silence that followed lay on them with the weight of things final and irrevocable. It seemed to archer to be crushing him down like his own gravestone in all the wide future. She broke out with a sudden laugh. I have made no secret of having done it for you.