(They were near the Galathea Fountain, which the masons had covered over with tarpaulins to protect it from the bombs.)
"I really can not, I shall miss my train."
She gave him the hour. He showed her that she had more than twenty-five minutes.
Yes, but she wanted first to buy her lunch at the corner of Rue Racine, where they keep good little buns. He hauled one out of his pocket.
"No better than this one.... Don't you really want to take it?..."
She laughed and hesitated. He put it in her hand and kept hold of her hand.
"You would give me such pleasure!... Come now, come and sit down...."
He led her to a bench in the middle of the walk that runs about the basin.
"I've something else...."
He brought out of his pocket a chocolate tablet.