It was
not an unpleasant sensation--rather exhilarating. She watched the
passing street till she felt that his eyes were no longer devouring her.
"You're not offended?" he asked. "At my thinking you beautiful?" he
added, in case she hadn't understood.
She laughed. Her confidence had returned to her. "It doesn't generally
offend a woman," she answered.
He seemed relieved. "That's what's so wonderful about you," he said.
"I've met plenty of clever, brilliant women, but one could forget that
they were women. You're everything."
He pleaded, standing below her on the steps of the hotel, that she would
dine with him. But she shook her head. She had her packing to do. She
could have managed it; but something prudent and absurd had suddenly got
hold of her; and he went away with much the same look in his eyes that
comes to a dog when he finds that his master cannot be persuaded into an
excursion.
She went up to her room. There really was not much to do. She could
quite well finish her packing in the morning. She sat down at the desk
and set to work to arrange her papers.
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