I've fasted since dawn--on this day--because I wanted to break bread with you on the first day of our new life together." He looked at her, appalled, but she laughed and went into the studio.
There was a beautiful old sideboard there always well stocked.
He turned on the lights, brought peaches and melons and strawberries and milk from the ice-chest, and found her already preparing chocolate over the electric grill and buttering immense slices of peasant bread.
"It's after two o'clock," she said, delighted.

"Isn't this divinely silly?
I wonder if there happens to be any salad in the ice-chest ?" "Cold chicken, too," he nodded, watching her set the table.
She glanced at him over her shoulder from time to time: "Louis, are you going to enjoy all this?
_All of_ it?
You--somehow--don't look entirely happy--" "I am....

All I wanted was to see you--hear your voice....

I shall be contented now." "With just a view of me, and the sound of my voice ?" "You know there is--nothing more for us." "I know nothing of the kind.

The idea! And don't you dare struggle and kick and scream when I kiss you.