“You are being very kind to me,” Loretta said without thinking.
“How can I help it?” he asked. “And I think perhaps ‘kind’ is not the right word, for it would be impossible for me to be anything else to you!”
He watched her for a moment before he asked,
“Did you think of me last night?”
“How could I – help – it?” Loretta replied.
Then she told herself severely that she was allowing herself to be far too intimate with him and she should have prevaricated.
But she knew that, if she had done so, he would not have believed her.
“I lay awake,” he said quietly, “thanking God that I had found you at last and that my pilgrimage, which has been a very long one, is over.”
Loretta tried deliberately to misunderstand.
She was, however, saved from making a reply because the waiter arrived with
