He was coming back to her, for there was something inevitable and magnetic about those eyes of his. A little spasm of shame and exultation glowed out from the midst of the half cynical mood that had fallen on her. She turned and moved away, wondering what had become of Lynette.
“I want to show you something.”
She felt herself thrill. The hardness seemed to melt at the sound of his voice.
“Oh?”
“Let’s get away from the crowd. It is really preposterous. What fools we all are in a crowd.”
“Too much self-consciousness.”
“Are you, too, self-conscious?”
“Sometimes.”
“Not when you are interested.”
“Perhaps not.”