“Oh, you’d better. Which is your room? Let me go and fetch you one.”
“But I tell you I don’t want one!”
“Oh, by the way, I meant to ask you, why did you walk on ahead with Arnold this afternoon?”
“Did I?”
“Of course you did. I had to walk with your sister—she scared me to death.”
Then there was a pause.
“Concha!”
“Hallo!”
He gave a little laugh, took her in his arms, and kissed her several times on the mouth.