She stood up and went to him. She did as he wished, sat down on his knee; and he drew her to him. He laid his hand on her head, with that gesture which prevented her thinking. She closed her eyes and laid her head against his cheek.
"You haven't forgotten me altogether?"
She shook her head.
"We ought never to have got divorced, ought we?" She shook her head again.
"But we used to be very bad-tempered then, both of us. You must never be bad-tempered in future. It makes you look spiteful and ugly. As you are now, you're much nicer and prettier."
She smiled faintly.
"I am glad to have you back with me," he whispered, with a long kiss on her lips.
She closed her eyes under his kiss, while his moustache curled against her skin and his mouth pressed hers.
"Are you still tired?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I should like to get my things off."