“Ah! Thank you! Thank you!”
He smiled, and the lustrously soft look came into his eyes.
“A woman—she always knows what a man is!” he said, in a low voice.
“It is cold standing here!” she said.
She shivered as she spoke and looked at the water.
“We will go to my flat,” he said, with a sudden air of authority. “There is a big fire there.”
“Oh, no, I can’t!”
“Why not? You have been there.”
“Yes, but I ought not to have gone. I am in mourning.”
“You go to Dick Garstin. What is the difference?”