“Except that I’m hungry—are you hungry?”
“Starved,” she cried.
“Let’s ask for some food,” he suggested. “Nothing would gratify Lambart so much. But I don’t think I’ve been so hungry since I was in Paris.”
“I wish it were Paris,” she said. “Dear Paris, where I first found R. J.”
“It shall be, whenever you say,” he answered, “and I’ll tell you all about R. J. and the lonely life he led till he saw you.”
“And to think I could believe for a moment you were a criminal!” she said, self-reproach in her voice, “and even try to trap you!”
“But you’ve caught me,” he said proudly.
“Have I really got you, Steve?” she asked, softly, holding out her arms to him.
