“Yes. ’Pointment at eleven. There’s—er—. Didn’t you want some furniture for this place?”
“No,” said Eve.
“Thought you said—”
“I may have done—but—”
“No reason why you shouldn’t have it.”
A vague hope took shape, but it was too vague to risk encouraging him to say more. Often before the hope had arisen, only to fall to dust.
She made no answer.
“No reason at all why you shouldn’t have it,” he repeated, “or any clothes you want. Don’t you want some clothes? You do.”
Still she made no answer.
“Come on.”