“I feel that I want to be with you always, and to go where you go.”
She was on her knees now, and moved a little way towards him, and dropped down on the grass with her elbows up, and her dimpled chin in the cup of her hands.
Bertram was startled. This was going a little too far, perhaps. It had reached the danger point.
“I’m afraid if you went where I am going it would be to unpleasant places. I’m off to Moscow next week.”
“To Moscow! And next week! Let me come with you, then. With you I should feel safe, even in Moscow.”
The idea amused him. It would be pleasant enough to have Anna as his travelling companion. It would be a cure for loneliness. But it was out of the bounds of possibility, and not within his code of honour, or mental liberty.
“My passport is only for one,” he said. “And it has taken me a month to get.”
“Wait another month and get two!”
“Nicht möglich! Let’s join Dorothy and her husband.”
“Cold Englishman!” she said, and sprang up with a vexed laugh.