“If you go, I go—I am not going to let you walk about alone with those people in that state.”
She laughed—the same limp, indifferent laugh.
“You will be too tired to sit to me tomorrow.”
“Oh, I shall be able to sit all right.”
“You won’t; and anyhow, I shan’t be able to work properly if I have to walk about all night.”
Jenny shrugged her shoulders, but started to walk in the direction of Babuina—the opposite way to the rest of the party.
Two policemen passed them; otherwise there was not a living soul to be seen. The fountain was playing in front of the Strada di Spagna, lying white with moonlight and bordered by black and silver glittering evergreen shrubs.
Suddenly Jenny spoke in a hard and scornful voice:
“I know you mean it kindly, Gunnar. It is good of you to try and take care of me, but it is not worth while.”
He walked on in silence.