“But you know perfectly well that I am.”
She had come an inch or two nearer to him. He knew that, if he wanted to do so, he could kiss her and that she would return the kiss. He knew also that it would be no idle peck, but a declaration that their relationship was to be the subject of discussion. He was surprised to find that he did not reject the idea instantaneously, that the immediate prospect of feeling her full smooth lips against his was more than attractive. He was cold and tired: she was near, and he could sense the warmth of her body. It could do no one any harm if … He said: “Are you travelling to Paris via Modane?”
“Yes. But why ask? It is the way to Paris.”
“When we get to Modane I will tell you exactly why I travelled this way, if you are still interested.”
She turned and they walked on. “Perhaps it is not so important,” she said. “You must not think I am inquisitive.” They reached the companionway. Her attitude towards him had changed perceptibly. She looked at him with friendly concern. “Yes, my dear sir, you are tired. I should not have asked you to stay up here. I shall finish my walk alone. Good night.”
“Good night, Señora.”
She smiled. “Señora! You must not be so unkind. Good night.”
He went below amused and irritated by his thoughts. Outside the door of the saloon he came face to face with Mr. Kuvetli.
Mr. Kuvetli broadened his smile. “First officer says we shall have good weather, sir.”
“Splendid.” He remembered with a sinking heart that he had invited the man to have a drink. “Will you join me in a drink?”