“You should have felt my proximity as soon as I arrived,” she responded.
“I felt it nearing when you left Paris—and growing closer as time went on. You see, I have a remarkable intuition as—to you.”
“Charming!” she trilled. “Why not get a penchant for me, as well?”
“Maybe I have—and don’t venture to declare myself.”
“You!” she mocked
“Meaning that I can’t get a penchant, or that I am not afraid to declare?”
“Both!” she laughed. “Now quit talking nonsense and tell me about yourself. What have you been doing, and what are you doing?”
“At the very profitable and busy occupation of killing time,” he replied.
“Of course, but what else?”
“Nothing!”