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"
I
’
ve
decided
to
give
you
up
,
"
she
said
.
Dick
started
—
had
he
said
anything
to
imply
that
she
possessed
any
part
of
him
?
"
But
that
’
s
very
mean
,
"
he
managed
to
say
lightly
,
"
just
when
I
was
getting
interested
.
"
"
I
’
ve
loved
you
so
—
"
As
if
it
had
been
for
years
.
She
was
weeping
a
little
now
.
"
I
’
ve
loved
you
so
-
o
-
o
.
"
Then
he
should
have
laughed
,
but
he
heard
himself
saying
,
"
Not
only
are
you
beautiful
but
you
are
somehow
on
the
grand
scale
.
Everything
you
do
,
like
pretending
to
be
in
love
or
pretending
to
be
shy
gets
across
.
"
In
the
dark
cave
of
the
taxi
,
fragrant
with
the
perfume
Rosemary
had
bought
with
Nicole
,
she
came
close
again
,
clinging
to
him
.
He
kissed
her
without
enjoying
it
.
He
knew
that
there
was
passion
there
,
but
there
was
no
shadow
of
it
in
her
eyes
or
on
her
mouth
;
there
was
a
faint
spray
of
champagne
on
her
breath
.
She
clung
nearer
desperately
and
once
more
he
kissed
her
and
was
chilled
by
the
innocence
of
her
kiss
,
by
the
glance
that
at
the
moment
of
contact
looked
beyond
him
out
into
the
darkness
of
the
night
,
the
darkness
of
the
world
.
She
did
not
know
yet
that
splendor
is
something
in
the
heart
;
at
the
moment
when
she
realized
that
and
melted
into
the
passion
of
the
universe
he
could
take
her
without
question
or
regret
.
Her
room
in
the
hotel
was
diagonally
across
from
theirs
and
nearer
the
elevator
.
When
they
reached
the
door
she
said
suddenly
:
"
I
know
you
don
’
t
love
me
—
I
don
’
t
expect
it
.
But
you
said
I
should
have
told
you
about
my
birthday
.
Well
,
I
did
,
and
now
for
my
birthday
present
I
want
you
to
come
into
my
room
a
minute
while
I
tell
you
something
.
Just
one
minute
.
"
They
went
in
and
he
closed
the
door
,
and
Rosemary
stood
close
to
him
,
not
touching
him
.
The
night
had
drawn
the
color
from
her
face
—
she
was
pale
as
pale
now
,
she
was
a
white
carnation
left
after
a
dance
.
