“Yes. To Les Baux.”
“You’re not going to get me out of here, old dear. Don’t you think it We’ve not seen Avignon yet.”
“But Les Baux——”
Quoting from the guide-book, he commenced to explain to her its excellences and beauties. She smiled, obstinately repeating, “We’ve not seen Avignon yet.”
It was after they had breakfasted, when they were crossing the square, that the bus-girl nodded to him.
“Who’s she?”
“A girl. Don’t you think she’s like you?”
Desire tossed her head haughtily, but slipped her arm into his to show that she owned him. “Like me, indeed! You’re flattering!”
Presently she asked, “What did you do all yesterday, while I was horrid?”
“Sat on the bridge and sketched.”