“It is what I’m thinking too,” she said.
“You were so beautiful about ... about it, you know.”
She made no rejoinder, but continued to bind her hair, looking brightly at him under her brows. When she had finished she went close to him.
“Will that do?”
“I’ll take it down again.”
“No, no, the old man or the old woman will be coming in.”
“What of that?” he said, taking her into his arms, “tell me your name.”
She shook her head, but she returned his kisses and stroked his hair and shoulders with beautifully melting gestures.
“What is your name, I want to call you by your name?” he said; “I can’t keep calling you Lovely Woman, Lovely Woman.”
Again she shook her head and was dumb.