“Hullo.” He stretched himself a little.
“I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“I was just dozing.”
“I ran out of cigarettes,” she said, “and I wondered if you had one.”
“I think so.”
It was terrific dialogue.
He reached over to the bedside table, and offered her the package that lay there. She came up beside him to take it. Without rising, he struck a match. She sat down beside him to get the light. The negligée was cut down to her waist in front, and it opened more when she leaned forward to the flame.
“Thanks.” She blew out a deep inhalation of smoke. She could have made an exit with that, but she didn’t. She studied him with her dark dreamy eyes and said, “I suppose you were thinking.”
“A bit.”
“Have you any ideas yet?”