these ten thousand Francs, and that you have rendered him services worth a great deal more than that.”
“Very well, then,” said he, “I will go halves with you. If we lose, I will repay you the ten thousand francs.”
She was so pleased that she rose, took his head in both her hands, and began to kiss him eagerly. He did not resist at first, but as she grew bolder, clasping him to her and devouring him with caresses, he reflected that the other would be there shortly, and that if he yielded he would lose time and exhaust in the arms of the old woman an ardor that he had better reserve for the young one. So he repulsed her gently, saying, “Come, be good now.”
She looked at him disconsolately, saying, “Oh, George, can’t I even kiss you?”
He replied, “No, not today. I have a headache, and it upsets me.”
She sat down again docilely between his knees, and asked, “Will you come and dine with us tomorrow? You would give me much pleasure.”
He hesitated, but dared not refuse, so said, “Certainly.”
“Thanks, darling.”
She rubbed her cheek slowly against his breast with a regular and coaxing movement, and one of her long black hairs caught in his waistcoat. She noticed it, and a wild idea crossed her mind, one of those superstitious notions which are often the whole of a woman’s reason. She began to twist this hair gently round a button. Then she fastened another hair to the next button, and a third to the next. One to every button. He would tear them out of her head presently when he rose, and hurt her. What happiness! And he would carry away something of her without knowing it; he would carry away a tiny lock of her hair which he had never yet