He looked at her swiftly, sideways.
"Er—about what, Julie?"
"Oh, everything! About this! I can't go back into East Forty-Seventh."
"Er—," he hesitated, "no, I suppose not—Not just now at least."
"Never," she said, and there was a silence.
"Well—er—I don't know," he said.
"Do you think you can come out here?" she said.
"Yes!—I can stay for a month. I think I can manage a month," he hesitated. Then he ventured a complicated, shy peep at her, and hid his face again.
She looked down at him, her alert breasts lifted with a sigh, as if a breeze of impatience shook them.
"I can't go back," she said slowly. "I can't go back on this sun. If you can't come here——"