She lifted her delicate brows in demure surprise.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, amiably.
The one-eyed man had never taken his eyes off them.
IV
DUSK
She had offered him her hand; he had bent over it, seated himself, and they smilingly exchanged the formal banalities of a pleasantly renewed acquaintance.
A waiter laid a cover for him. She continued to concern herself, leisurely, with her strawberries.
“When did you leave Paris?” she enquired.
“Nearly two years ago.”