“I don’t believe it. They never see us together here. You have taken good care of that in the last few months. Why, we’ve met like thieves in the night.”
“Here, yes. In a great town one can manage, but not in a place like Buyukderer.”
He leaned forward and said, with dogged resolution:
“One thing is certain—I will not be separated from you during the summer. Do whatever you like, but remember that. Make your own plans. I will fall in with them. But I shall pass the summer where you pass it.”
“I—really I didn’t know you cared so much about me,” she murmured, with a faint smile.
“Care for you!”
He stared into her face and the twinkles twitched about his eyes.
“How should I not care for you?”
He gripped her hand again.
“Haven’t you taught me how to live in the dust? Haven’t you shown me the folly of being honorable and the fun of deceiving others? Haven’t you led me into the dark and made me able to see in it? And there’s such a lot to see in the dark! Why, good God, Cynthia, you’ve made a man in your own image and then you’re surprised at his worshipping you. Where’s your cleverness?”