"You know very well what I mean."
He rose like a leviathan and made a step towards her. The three-foot balustrade of the balcony seemed to come to his ankles. She put out a hand.
"Oh, don't do that, Jaff. You might fall over. It makes me so nervous."
He checked himself and stood up quite straight. Again he felt as if she had dealt him a slap in the face.
"You know very well what I mean," he repeated. "I love you and I want you and I'll never be happy till I get you."
She looked away from him and lifted her slender shoulders.
"Why spoil things by talking of the impossible?"
"The word has no meaning. Doesn't exist," said Jaffery.
"It exists very much indeed," she returned, with a quick upward glance.
"Not with an obstinate devil like me."