“I’ll give you another. I’m going to give you everything you want now.”
“You’ve been too good to me already,” she said. “I can never repay you.”
“You’ve given me yourself. There is nothing else in the world that I want.”
He laughed happily.
He bent his head towards her.
“Esther ... when did you ... when did you first ... think that you liked me ... just a little?”
Her head dropped; he could not see her face.
“I don’t know,” she said in a whisper.
“In Paris,” he urged, “or before? Tell me.”
“I think it was in Paris––after ... after I saw ... Raymond! You were so kind ... so different.”