“My nerves are certainly not fiddle strings,” she said. “But I have interests which pull me towards Paris.”
“Greater interests here. Have some more champagne! Raoul!”
“M’sieu!”
“You can’t deceive me, Beryl.”
“Your pose of omniscience bores me. Apart from your gift you’re a very ordinary man, Dick, if you could only be brought to see it.”
“Arabian fascinates you.”
“He doesn’t.”
“And that’s why you’re afraid of him. You’re afraid of his power because you don’t trust him. He’s doing a lot for you. You’re waking up. You’re becoming interesting. A few days ago you were only a beautiful spoilt American girl, as cool and as hard as ice, brainy, vain, and totally without temperament as far as one could see. Your torch was unlit. Now this blackguard’s put the match to it.”
“What nonsense, Dick!”
“Raoul!”