Fiorsen answered gloomily:
“Triumphs? I made a lot of money.”
Daphne Wing purred:
“Oh, I expect you're very happy.”
Did she mean to be ironic?
“I'm miserable.”
He got up and went towards her. She looked up in his face.
“I'm sorry if you're miserable. I know what it feels like.”
“You can help me not to be. Little Daphne, you can help me to forget.” He had stopped, and put his hands on her shoulders. Without moving Daphne Wing answered:
“I suppose it's Mrs. Fiorsen you want to forget, isn't it?”