Now Bertram and Eleanor stood alone with the table between them.
“I was jollying him!” burst out Bertram. Eleanor glanced at Kate, who stood profile-on listening to the ready Heath.
“Shall we go out on the balcony?” She stepped through the open French window.
As they stood in the shadow, the city at their feet, neither spoke for a moment. Finally,
“It’s a call-down, I suppose?” began Bertram, tentatively.
“Not necessarily.”
With a slam, he brought his hand down on the balcony rail. 172
“You don’t give—you don’t give a damn—that’s the trouble with you—you don’t care what I do!”
Eleanor drew a little away from him before she answered:
“I care if anyone is uncivil.”