Look here.

Suppose you had something in your mind; something you were going to do.' 'Yes, deary; something I was going to do ?' 'But had not quite determined to do.' 'Yes, deary.' 'Might or might not do, you understand.' 'Yes.' With the point of a needle she stirs the contents of the bowl.
'Should you do it in your fancy, when you were lying here doing this ?' She nods her head.

'Over and over again.' 'Just like me! I did it over and over again.

I have done it hundreds of thousands of times in this room.' 'It's to be hoped it was pleasant to do, deary.' 'It _was_ pleasant to do!' He says this with a savage air, and a spring or start at her.

Quite unmoved she retouches and replenishes the contents of the bowl with her little spatula.