“If I get to Paris.”
“You are impossible. Why should you not get to Paris?”
“You think I’m a fool.”
“I think perhaps you are tired. Your wound …”
“It was only a graze.”
“Ah, but it is not the size of the wound. It is the shock.”
He wanted suddenly to laugh. It was true what she was saying. He hadn’t really got over that hellish night with Kopeikin and Haki. His nerves were on edge. He was worrying unnecessarily. He said: “When we get to Paris, Josette, I shall give you the best dinner it is possible to buy.”
She came close to him. “I don’t want you to give me anything, chéri. I want you to like me. You do like me?”
“Of course I like you. I told you so.”
“Yes, you told me so.”