She was happy, then.
"You're not sorry that I did?" he asked seriously.
"Sorry--no! How could I be?" Trouble came too quickly into her eyes.
It left them slower than it came.
"Do you remember what you said to me"--he reminded her--"just before
we went on to my rooms?"
"I said so many things."
"No--oh, you didn't. You said so few; but you said one that struck
in--deep--straight home."
"What was that?"
"You said I was a gentleman."
"So I believed then, when I first saw you. So I know now, after these
three years and more."
"You know it--do you?"
"Yes."
"Yet I've never said anything to you about what I intend to give you
for yourself, in your own right."
Pain struck into Sally's eyes. Her lips parted in fear and
anticipation.
"Have you taken all that on trust?" he continued. "If I were to die,
suppose--death is a great deed that even the smallest of us are able
to accomplish--Berthe!" He turned to the attendant who was
waiting--"Consomme--Omelette aux fines herbes--et poulet roti aux
cressons."
"Oui, monsieur--Consomme--pour deux, monsieur?"
"The whole lot pour deux."
Berthe laughed with her little cooing sound in the throat.
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