“Never more so in all my life.”
She bit her lip. “But what am I to say to José if he finds that it is gone?”
“Will he find out?”
“He may do.”
He began to get angry. “It was, I think, your idea that you should get it for me.”
“It is so necessary that you should have a revolver? There is nothing that he can do.”
“It was also your idea that I should carry a revolver.”
She looked sullen. “I was frightened by what you said about this man. But that was because it was dark. Now that it is daytime it is different.” She smiled suddenly. “Ah, my friend, do not be so serious. Think of the nice time we will have in Paris together. This man is not going to make any trouble.”
“I’m afraid he is.” He told her about his encounter by the stairs, and added: “Besides, why did he steal my revolver if he doesn’t intend to make trouble?”
She hesitated. Then she said slowly: “Very well, I will try.”