"Not for the world!"
"Yes!"
"Oh, the scene of the other night beginning all over again," he murmured, sinking, overwhelmed, into a chair. He felt borne down, burdened by an unspeakable weariness.
He undressed beside the fire and warmed himself while waiting for her to get to bed. When they were in bed she enveloped him with her supple, cold limbs.
"Now is it true that I am to come here no more?"
He did not answer, but understood that she had no inten
tion of going away and that he had to do with a person of the staying kind.
"Tell me."
He buried his head in her breast to keep from having to answer.
"Tell me in my lips."