“She is looking quite pretty. Has she done her hair differently?”
“No, nothing is different.”
“Excitement, perhaps.”
“Per—haps.”
Basil turned to Minna. He was not interested in Annette.
“Minna, you look . . .”
“Ta, ta, ta . . . Are we to have it all over again?”
“Yes. Every time I see you. It’s not long before I go away now. Will you come with me? I can do better with you than without.”
“You don’t know. You have never lived with me. I should hate being really poor in a house of my own.”
“I’d make you rich with love.”