“No,” she begged, in a tone of entreaty.
“Care to stay here?”
“I’d rather not ... to begin with.”
“I was thinking of Paris. Would you like to live in Paris?”
“Very well.”
“That’s all right then. So we will go to Paris as soon as possible and look out for a flat and settle in. It’ll soon be spring now; and that is a good time to start life in Paris.”
He flung himself into an easy-chair; it creaked under him. Then he asked:
“Tell me, what do you really think, inside yourself?”
“How do you mean?”