have sent Laurine to lunch with one of her young friends.”
He sighed as he kissed her. “Thanks, I will worship you.”
Then she took his arm, as if he had been her husband, to go to the sofa, on which they sat down side by side. He wanted to start a clever and attractive chat, but not being able to do so to his liking, stammered: “Then you are not too angry with me?”
She put her hand on his mouth, saying “Be quiet.”
They sat in silence, looking into one another’s eyes, with burning fingers interlaced.
“How I did long for you!” said he.
She repeated: “Be quiet.”
They heard the servant arranging the table in the adjoining dining-room, and he rose, saying: “I must not remain so close to you. I shall lose my head.”