"So am I," said Nancy, which was not true.
He laughed, and said: "And of what else?"
"Spiders," said Nancy, with her head on one side.
"And what else?"
"Lions," said Nancy.
"And what else?"
"Thunderstorms." And, as he seemed to be waiting, she added: "And of you, of course."
He did not believe it. But she was.
After dinner he took her to the Folies Bergères and then to the Boîte à Fursy; and he watched her narrowly, and was glad that she did not laugh. Then he took her back to the hotel. They went up together in the lift, and along the red-carpeted, boot-adorned corridor to her green and grey salon. He did not ask permission, but walked in and sat down—large and long—in the small brocaded armchair.
"Are you tired?" he said.