He told himself with passionate insistence that they were the eyes of a truthful woman.
"Tell me," she begged, "what reason ?" He leaned towards her.
"It is so hopeless," he said.

"I am just a broken diplomat whose career is ended almost before it is begun, and you--well, you have everything at your feet.

It is foolish of me, isn't it, but I love you." He took her hand, and she did not withdraw it.
"If it is foolish," she murmured, "then I am foolish, too.

Perhaps you can guess now why I came to London." He drew her into his arms.

She made no resistance.