Deliberately, wilfully, she bent forward till her face was close to his.
“I am afraid of nothing that you could give me. So there.”
Brent would not kiss her lips, but he kissed her hand.
“I shall be up in two days. Life is so exciting just now. When does the furniture arrive?”
“On Friday.”
And suddenly he remembered that Louis Blanc had returned to Beaucourt. He wondered if Manon knew.
She was leaning back and looking at him, aware of the sudden seriousness of his eyes.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“You are in pain?”