"No."
"On your honor?"
"Yes."
"It is a great thing you have done for me," she said solemnly. "I am very grateful."
"Nonsense," he said lightly. "It was no trouble. I would have done it for any one."
They were near the great dormer-windows, high above the threaded smoke and gray roofs of the city, now blending into fuzzy masses with the closing of the day.
"Well, now that your business is over," she said, but with a new lightness, "I suppose you must be going?"
"What do you want me to say?" he said, smiling with a growing feeling of well-being.
"Why did you come?" she repeated maliciously, and, half-laughing, half-determined, she took the lapel of his coat in a gesture which, in her fingers, was almost a caress. She stood looking up at him, so happy, so brimming with the satisfaction of having him back, of regaining what she had feared to lose, that he could not resist the desire in her eyes.
"Because I like you," he said.