"Why if you can come here cannot you come to Deauville, Nicholas?—there must be some irresistible attraction stronger than to be with your friends!"
"Yes—he is an excellent Swedish masseur who is glued to Paris.—Also I like solitude sometimes—."
"Solitude!" and Coralie glanced at Miss Sharp's rapidly disappearing figure—. "Hein?"
I would not permit myself to grow angry.
"The book is nearly finished—you can tell the rest—."
"That old book! You were much more entertaining before you commenced it, Nicholas! Perhaps the idea has come to me why!"
I would not be drawn—I threw the war into the enemy's country.
"You are staying at the Reservoirs?"
I saw that she was—and that now the thought of my being there disconcerted her—.
"But no!" she lied sweetly—"I am merely out here for the day to see Louise, who has a son in the hospital—."