"No," she said, "I won't say it again. I feel that you are kind and sincere. Thank you. Only, don't say anything. You cannot know…. Thank you."
They had reached Paris. They parted without exchanging addresses or inviting each other to call.
* * * * *
A few months later she came of her own accord and knocked at
Christophe's door.
"I came to see you. I want to talk to you. I have been thinking of you sometimes since our meeting."
She took a seat.
"Only for a moment. I shan't disturb you for long."
He began to talk to her. She said:
"Wait a moment, please."
They sat in silence. Then she said with a smile: