It's getting late, as you see, and Paris turning rather hot and dusty.

People are scattering, and some of them, in other places want me.

But if you want me here--!" She had spoken as resigned to his word, but he had of a sudden a still sharper sense than he would have expected of desiring not to lose her.
"I want you here." She took it as if the words were all she had wished; as if they brought her, gave her something that was the compensation of her case.

"Thank you," she simply answered.

And then as he looked at her a little harder, "Thank you very much," she repeated.
It had broken as with a slight arrest into the current of their talk, and it held him a moment longer.