"Have you wanted me so much?" Beneath the conscious coquetry there was a more wistful note.
"Oh, God, Pat!" His voice sounded thick and rough. "There has been no colour or savour, no music or fragrance in life without you."
"Why did you go away?" she demanded accusingly.
"You know, I had to go."
"Why did you come back?"
"Not to see you. I didn't want to see you. Dee told me that you were away."
"She told me you were here. I'd phoned over about some clothes. So I just thought I'd like to see you again. Don't scowl at me. You look as if you think I ought not to have come."
"No; you oughtn't."
"Are you sorry I did?"