Manuel looked at her closely and then looked at Harry. “You like it?” he asked anxiously.
She said: “It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I wouldn’t say I liked it, but it’s what I want.”
Manuel went away, his face a little sullen. He wasn’t sure what she meant.
Harry said softly, “You’ve hurt him.”
“Why not? Why shouldn’t I hurt someone for a change? You don’t mind when I am hurt, why should you bother about a barman?”
He moved uneasily. “I wish you wouldn’t go on like this,” he said. “Really, it doesn’t do any good.”
“Very well, I won’t. Let us change the subject. Let us talk about something else. I’ll be very good. I promise I won’t be difficult any more. There, now I’ve promised.”
There was a pause, then she went on: “This morning I was very extravagant. I went out and bought a hat. It cost a lot of money, but I felt that I had to have something new. It made me feel very happy for a few minutes.”
“I’m glad. I wish you’d buy yourself what you want. You know you can have what you want.”
She shook her head. “No, no, I can’t. You think that your money will give me everything I want, but it can’t.”