“Yes, much.”
Then she opened her eyes and withdrew her hand.
“For how long?” she said as before.
He was still staring down at her.
“Who can say!”
“For three weeks? for four? for six?”
“Je ne sais pas,” he said briefly; “if I think too much I must come back, and that will not be wisely.”
“We must not stand here,” she said suddenly; “adieu, au revoir!”
“Yes,” he replied sombrely, “we must part now.”
He looked at her, and his eyes locked hers hard and fast for a long minute. She felt ill, faint, her breath seemed failing her. Then—