“They announced Commander Guibert’s. You were with him at Timmimun. Could I guess whether you had shared his fate or not?”
“These lovely eyes have really wept for me?”
“For a whole evening.”
“They shine so bright that they ought to dry up all tears!”
“They are so happy to see you again, Jean.”
She certainly was doing her best to devour him with them. At once she re-established that atmosphere of guilty pleasure that had existed between them before. Seeing that his hand was bare she took off her gloves and laid her own, heavily be-ringed, on her old friend’s.
“You love jewels,” said he, looking at this slender white hand with its pink nails.
“Yes,” she answered. “I think I am wearing all the treasures of the world in miniature.”
He smiled sceptically.
“The world is too huge for you to hold in your hand.”