For some time the two had been sitting in silence; the man's gaze on the sea; the woman's on the man, in a hungry, anxious manner.
"You've got one of your restless moods on to-night, Raoul," she said presently.
"I get them frequently nowadays. Nothing ever satisfies me for long."
She smiled at him, a soft, slow smile.
"Yet I have satisfied you longer than most, for you are still here with me."
"It's not you so much, Lucille, as business that keeps me here."
"I believe you have no heart at all," she cried, a catch of pain in her voice. "You look upon all women as animals."
"You are a most handsome animal, you must agree," he replied.
"You talk as if you'd bought me."
"I don't know that I ever put it quite so crudely as that."