She considered him a moment, her lips parted as though she were about to say something, but it remained unsaid, and a slight colour came into her cheeks.
“What am I to do about you?” he went on, apparently addressing the blade of grass he was staring at. “I can’t leave you as matters stand.”
She said:
“Please, you are not responsible for me, are you?” And tried to laugh, but scarcely smiled.
“I want to be,” he muttered. “I desire to be entirely——”
“Thank you. You have been more than kind. And very soon I hope I shall be on happy terms with my own Government again. Then your solicitude should cease.”
“If your Government listens to reason——”
“Then I also could go to France!” she interrupted. “Merely to think of it excites me beyond words!”
He looked up quickly: