He described Bibi as a big and frightened shadow lurching along the road to Boves.
“Shall we put the police on him?” he asked her.
“It’s for you to say.”
Brent looked at her. Her eyes had darkened. There are things that no woman likes to see dragged into the hard light of a law court.
“Let us leave it alone,” he said. “I have a feeling that we have finished with Bibi. I hate stirring up mud; life’s been so clean here.”
She made a sudden movement towards him; and Paul sat up, took her face between his hands and kissed her.
“Good God,” he said, “it seems a lot for a man like me to ask for! All that I know is—that I’m going to make good here. Will you let me prove it?”
Manon’s eyes held his.
“You are too much afraid of people, Paul. If we are partners, let us be honest. Why should we not tell old Durand and the Casteners and people like that——”
“What shall we tell them?”