He was silent a moment, looking down at her. She was leaning forward, her eyes fixed on the fire, her hands clasped between her knees.
"Do you think I care for that?" he asked.
"You ought to care," she said, without looking up. "And it is my duty to try to make you care."
"Honora, why do you think I came over here?" he said.
"To see Paris," she answered. "I have your own word for it. To—to continue your education. It never seems to stop."
"Did you really believe that?"
"Of course I believed it. What could be more natural? And you have never had a holiday like this."
"No," he agreed. "I admit that."
"I don't know how much longer you are going to stay," she said. "You have not been abroad before, and there are other places you ought to go."
"I'll get you to make out an itinerary."