“Starving and punishing yourself? I am sorry for that, Fifine.”
“I bought some chocolates. Felix—” she put a light entreating hand on my arm—“take me away from here. O, do, Felix!”
“Where to?”
“I don’t know—only away.”
“Les Baux is the next on our itinerary. Very well. Only we cannot start until to-morrow afternoon.”
“Why not before?”
“Because—” I had a short desperate struggle with myself, and conquered—“I have undertaken to escort my friends to Montmajour, and that will take up the whole morning.”
“To Montmajour—where we went together!” There was a note of stricken wonderment in her voice. “Must you go?”
“Yes. I must go.”
“You will not expect me to come? But I will come, if you wish it.”