'That depends on——'
She did not give him time to say on whom it depended.
'And where do you go on to from here?'
He was vague. He was short of provisions. ['I'm sure I've eaten three years of pâté de foies gras to-night,' she interrupted.] He had to hang about for fresh supplies to catch him.
He brought the conversation round, by way of shops, to her frock, which he admired discreetly. He compared it favourably with the clothes they were now wearing in London.
'Two and a half years old,' she said. 'If I had the choice between an hour's talk with Paul Poiret or St. Paul, I wouldn't bother to learn Hebrew.'
'Where are your nearest shops?'
'There's a store three days' walk away, where you can buy white calico, or blue calico with white spots, and mouth organs or looking-glasses.'
'I think you're marvellous,' he said. 'Not many women...'
She did not answer, but Dick, watching closely, saw her breast rise in an involuntary sigh.