“No, not vexed.”
“What, then?”
“Nothing—only....”
“Only what?”
“Tonight”—she hesitated—“when we walked here, you said we would go somewhere alone—some other day. It was not as it was in Rome; now it is you who decide what I must do and not do.”
“Oh no, Jenny.”
“Yes—but I don’t mind; I like it so. I only think that, if such is the case, you ought to help me out of all this trouble.”
“You don’t think I did help you today?” he asked slowly.
“Ye—s. Well, I suppose there was nothing you could do.”