“Ask?”
“I saw—on the table-coffee and—and there was liqueur.”
“Naturally I offered him something.”
“He didn’t ask?”
“But, Boris, how could he?”
After a moment of silence he said:
“No, of course not.”
He shifted in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, put his hands on the arms of it, and continued:
“What did he talk about?”
“A little about Amara.”