“Could you not learn to care a little?”
She turned on him then, but her voice was still gentle.
“We are not in France, Monsieur,” she said coldly.
“What does that matter?” he urged. “Love knows nothing of geography. Love is a cosmopolite. It cares not for time or place or convention. I care for you very much, Madame, and whatever you may think, it makes me happy to tell you so.”
“And Aurora?” Patricia reiterated the word, like the clanging of an alarm bell.
The Baron relaxed his grasp and lowered his head.
She leaned forward, elbow on knee, looking into the fire.
“You know, Baron, I’m very sorry for Aurora.”
As he made no comment she went on: