Rosie yawned.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Well, good-night, darling,” said Pauline, and took Rosie’s hand. .
“Good-night.”
“How cold your hand is!” Pauline observed, with an inward tremor. “Have you been out?”
“Been out? What do you mean?”
“Outside on to the balcony?”
“No. I haven’t stirred from my chair, darling. Bye-bye.”
They stared at each other for an instant, each full of dissimulation, and yet also of love, and then they kissed one another passionately, and Pauline departed. They were women.