As they rose and left the dining-room, he asked her if they were not to see each other again. A one-eyed man, close behind them, listened for her reply.
She continued to walk on slowly beside him without answering, until they reached the rotunda.
“Do you wish to see me again?” she enquired abruptly.
“Don’t you also wish it?”
“I don’t know, Garry.... I’ve been annoyed in New York—bothered—seriously.... I can’t explain, but somehow—I don’t seem to wish to begin a friendship with anybody....”
“Ours began two years ago.”
“Did it?”
“Did it not, Thessa?”
“Perhaps.... I don’t know. After all—it doesn’t matter. I think—I think we had better say good-bye—until some happy hazard—like to-day’s encounter—” She hesitated, looked up at him, laughed:
“Where is your studio?” she asked mischievously.