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"
Probably
,
"
he
agreed
politely
.
"
Saturday
evening
,
then
,
"
she
said
.
"
Around
six
,
then
we
can
have
a
leisurely
peace
treaty
session
with
the
aid
of
a
bottle
or
two
,
and
I
'll
feed
you
after
we
've
reached
a
satisfactory
compromise
.
All
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
.
Goodbye
,
Herzchen
.
"
Contact
was
cut
off
abruptly
by
the
sound
of
her
receiver
going
down
;
he
sat
for
a
moment
with
his
still
in
his
hand
,
then
shrugged
and
replaced
it
on
its
cradle
.
Damn
Justine
!
She
was
beginning
to
come
between
him
and
his
work
.
She
continued
to
come
between
him
and
his
work
during
the
succeeding
days
,
though
it
was
doubtful
if
anyone
suspected
.
And
on
Saturday
evening
a
little
after
six
he
presented
himself
at
her
apartment
,
empty-handed
as
usual
because
she
was
a
difficult
person
to
bring
gifts
.
She
was
indifferent
to
flowers
,
never
ate
candy
and
would
have
thrown
a
more
expensive
offering
carelessly
in
some
corner
,
then
forgotten
it
.
The
only
gifts
Justine
seemed
to
prize
were
those
Dane
had
given
her
.
"
Champagne
before
dinner
?
"
he
asked
,
looking
at
her
in
surprise
.
"
Well
,
I
think
the
occasion
calls
for
it
,
do
n't
you
?
It
was
our
first-ever
breaking
of
relations
,
and
this
is
our
first-ever
reconciliation
,
"
she
answered
plausibly
,
indicating
a
comfortable
chair
for
him
and
settling
herself
on
the
tawny
kangaroo-fur
rug
,
lips
parted
as
if
she
had
already
rehearsed
replies
to
anything
he
might
say
next
.
But
conversation
was
beyond
him
,
at
least
until
he
was
better
able
to
assess
her
mood
,
so
he
watched
her
in
silence
.
Until
he
had
kissed
her
it
had
been
easy
to
keep
himself
partially
aloof
,
but
now
,
seeing
her
again
for
the
first
time
since
,
he
admitted
that
it
was
going
to
be
a
great
deal
harder
in
the
future
.
Probably
even
when
she
was
a
very
old
woman
she
would
still
retain
something
not
quite
fully
mature
about
face
and
bearing
;
as
though
essential
womanliness
would
always
pass
her
by
.
That
cool
,
self-centered
,
logical
brain
seemed
to
dominate
her
completely
,
yet
for
him
she
owned
a
fascination
so
potent
he
doubted
if
he
would
ever
be
able
to
replace
her
with
any
other
woman
.
Never
once
had
he
questioned
whether
she
was
worth
the
long
struggle
.
Possibly
from
a
philosophical
standpoint
she
was
n't
.
Did
it
matter
?
She
was
a
goal
,
an
aspiration
.
"
You
're
looking
very
nice
tonight
,
Herzchen
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
tipping
his
champagne
glass
to
her
in
a
gesture
half
toast
,
half
acknowledgment
of
an
adversary
.
