“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No, no. Quite, quite warm, thanks.”
“This place is very noisy,” he said, “shall we go?”
He preceded her, and at the counter bought her a box of chocolates.
“Don’t do that!” she said piteously. “Don’t buy me anything!”
“But, Lucette—”
“I don’t want you to be kind to me,” she murmured; “I only wish....”
But he took the box that was handed to him across the counter, and carried it under his arm.
The quay was thronged, and Onias offered Artemis his arm. After a little hesitation, she took it. Though she herself was tall, he was very much taller. He had the bright distinction of a man accustomed to issue orders that were instantly obeyed.
“You will come to my house?” he whispered, a little shyly. “I am a bachelor and live alone with two servants. But perhaps you would like some supper first?”