“But I am tender,” he affirmed.
“Are you? Well, you are younger than my husband and perhaps that accounts for it.”
He reflected, but did not appear to understand; finally he gave it up for a bad job and said, changing to a less abstruse subject:
“We go to walk? yes?”
“Certainly; if you will wait while I have some proper boots found for me.”
“Yes, I will wait.”
He came towards her.
“Oh, you had better go into the corridor and wait,” she exclaimed hastily. “I’ll come in a moment.”
He stopped short and smiled his irresistible smile.
“You are so madly queer. Qu’est-ce que vous avez? You scream always, and yet I have not done nothing.”