"Thank you for having remembered your faithful servant." And delicately he kissed her gloved hand.
"Why not open the curtains a little?" she asked.
He drew aside his curtains, and let in the ashen light. She went to the window, and looked out upon the sea.
"Anna, Anna, come away. Somebody might see you."
"It doesn't matter."
"But I can't allow you to compromise yourself, Anna; I love you too much."
"I have come here to compromise myself," she said.
"Then—you love me a little?" he demanded, trying to draw her away from the window.
She did not answer. She sat down in an arm-chair.
"Tell me that you love me a little, Anna."