“I don’t know how many days it is.”
“You are tired of it,” said Acton.
She leaned back in her chair; her arms were folded. “That is a terrible accusation, but I have not the courage to defend myself.”
“I am not attacking you,” said Acton. “I expected something of this kind.”
“It’s a proof of extreme intelligence. I hope you enjoyed your journey.”
“Not at all,” Acton declared. “I would much rather have been here with you.”
“Now you are attacking me,” said the Baroness. “You are contrasting my inconstancy with your own fidelity.”
“I confess I never get tired of people I like.”
“Ah, you are not a poor wicked foreign woman, with irritable nerves and a sophisticated mind!”
“Something has happened to you since I went away,” said Acton, changing his place.