They remained silent for a while. Then, abruptly:
"Have I made you angry, Steve?" he asked.
She looked up and laughed:
"You adorable boy," she said.
"You don't mind if I'm in love with you?" he asked.
"I haven't any mind. I can't seem to think.... But I don't think you'd better kiss me until I collect my senses again.... Please don't, Jim."
They became silent again until the car drew up before her door. She had two keys in her cloak pocket; she paused to give the chauffeur an order, turning to ask Cleland whether he didn't want the car to take him to the Hotel Rochambeau.
"Thanks; it's only a step. I had rather walk."
So the car drove away; Cleland opened the front door for her, then her own studio door. She felt around the corner in the darkness and switched on the electric bulb in a standing lamp.
"Good night, Steve," he said, taking her hand in both of his.