“Do you know where he is?”
“No.”
“He is living with you here now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you still as fond of him as ever, then?”
With a movement, as though she despaired of words, she clasped her hands over her heart. And he said:
“I see.”
He had the same strange feeling as on his first visit to her, and when through the chink in the curtains he had watched her kneeling—of pity mingled with some faint sexual emotion. And crossing to the fire he asked:
“May I wait for him?”
“Oh! Please! Will you sit down?”