"I suppose you know I've been hunting for you."
"Yes."
She volunteered no more.
"When did you get back?" he asked slowly.
"Tuesday. I wasted no time, you see, in looking for you. I've just come from the studio."
"You might have seen me in Normandy if you had cared to."
"Oh, I saw quite enough of you there," she said dryly. "Besides, I knew what you wanted. I wasn't ready to talk to you. I am now."
He laughed uneasily, sparring for wind.
"What have you to say to me?"
"Much. I've been thinking, John. Curious, isn't it? Wearing, too. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Is beauty's ensign yet crimson in my cheeks?"