“Very well. Very well. And you?”
“Oh, I have been bored! I have had to make a visit of duty. It was very tiresome....”
Then came the short, awkward pause while they adjusted themselves to each other and sought for words in languages strange with which to begin conversation. It was always so—that they spoke little for the first five minutes after a meeting. Neither seemed to find words to begin. Then she said, looking at him sidewise, with the merest hint of a smile in her lovely eyes, “Have you thought of me?”
“When I lifted up.” He laughed at this quotation of her literal translation of the French for arise. “In the morning, at noon, all the afternoon—always.”
“It is well,” she said. “I also have thought of you.”
“Where shall we eat?”
“I do not care.... It makes nothing.... Is Arlette well?” She laughed a little at recollection of Arlette.
For a few moments they walked along undecided, and then Kendall looked up to see Monsieur Robert approaching.
“Here’s your actor,” he said.
“What actor, monsieur?”